Caught: Contemporary Taboo Romance (7 page)

“Now comes the good part,” I said, leaning over to lick up one of the thicker pools of cum on his chest.

“Give me some of that.”

I moved up to kiss him on the lips. His cum spilled from my mouth into his. The kiss was blissful. I reached down and scooped up some more of the cum with my finger. Slowly, I slipped my white digit into his mouth. His big red lips swallowed my finger, his tongue swirling around it. I couldn't be happier. I was pregnant and had been caught, but it was a good thing. I had my whole life in front of me, and if I could spend some of it with Harley, I would be happy.

Little Secret

Ever since I graduated college, I've been stressing about how to pay my student loan bills. The rude people calling never stopped trying to make me feel like shit for not having enough money to pay my debt. While I'd gotten a week after I got my degree, it was an entry level position and I was barely making enough to survive. My life was shit.

As I sat on my couch and stared at the blank television, I realized how much I missed having cable. I didn't have money to party or do anything really, but that was about to change. The job I'd managed to get was a decent one, but I didn't feel like I was making as much money as I was worth, especially considering I was saddled with so much student loan debt.

I knew I never should have taken the money from work, but it was so easy. After just a week, I had an extra hundred dollars. If I was smart and continued messing with the books slightly, I'd be able to finally send the debt collectors some cash so they would just leave me the fuck alone. The moment I took the money the first time – just twenty dollars – I'd felt horrible.

That feeling had passed when I realized I could keep taking twenty dollars day after day without being noticed. For a full week, I'd been taking a little money each day and it was finally starting to add up – the amount as well as my feelings of doing something wrong. Throughout college, I'd never cheated a day in my life. I just figured with all the work I'd done, I'd be able to get a better job.

After I drank the last of the rot gut wine, I took the glass into the kitchen and set it in the sink. Maybe it was the alcohol or the fact that I had no other means of entertainment, but I really felt like touching myself. Working so hard in college hadn't given me any time to experiment sexually as I'd originally planned. I was still a virgin at the age of twenty-one.

“Why is my life so shit?” I asked the empty room.

When I didn't get an answer, I headed into my bedroom and got into bed. As I laid on top of the covers, I started to think about my life. Had I been making the wrong decisions? The money at work wasn't as much of a concern as the fact that I'd not had a lot of sex (or any sex) during my college years. I thought of myself as a very sexual person even if I hadn't made love before.

The more I thought about all the hot guys who had lived around me, the more turned on I got. My hands moved to my breasts. As I started to massage them, the rest of the world, including all my problems, began to fade away. Feeling them through the material was soon not enough, and I sat up and pulled the shirt off. Then I laid back and started touching myself again.

My fingers twirled around my nipples, teasing them. As they got hard and even more sensitive, I closed my eyes and tried to imagine some hunky guy was feeling me up. I knew it was just a fantasy, but it made me feel less dirty when I was playing with myself. With one hand still gently playing with a nipple, my other hand slipped lower on my body.

Just as I was about to slip it into my sweat pants so I could touch myself, I heard a knock at door. I stopped instantly and sat up in bed. Had I imagined the sound? Who the hell would show up after eight in the evening? A moment later, I heard the sound again. After I got out of bed and threw on a robe, I headed to the living room.

When I looked out the peephole, I was surprised to see Cain Jackson from work. He was in the accounting department and the person that handed out the paychecks every Friday afternoon. What was he doing at my house? I took a deep breath and tried to relax for a moment. I'd gone from pleasuring myself to freaked out in record time.

“Can I help you?” I asked through the door.

“Open up, Mandy. We need to talk.”

“Hold on a minute,” I said then glanced around the room.

Slowly, I unlocked the door and opened it slightly.

“I think it's better if we have this conversation inside,” he said.

As a much older man, he had some sort of authority in his voice. The way he sounded made me want to obey him. I swung the door open and motioned him in. Before shutting the door, I looked around to see if any of my nosy neighbors had noticed. Luckily, it appeared as if everyone else was asleep or getting ready for bed. I shut the door and turned around to face Cain.

“Can I help you? It's a little late.”

“I know about your little secret,” he said, confidently taking off his jacket. “You have somewhere to hang this up?”

“Excuse me? I don't think you're staying.”

“I'm staying for a bit. Don't be rude. It's not going to help your cause.”

What did he mean? I wondered as I took the jacket from him then hung it up in the closet next to the front door. When I turned around, he had walked further into the living room and sat down on my brown leather couch. His arms were stretched out, and he had one leg crossed over the over. What concerned me the most – and made me a little hot – was the expression on his face.

He looked like the cat who had just eaten the canary, very full of himself. The confidence he exuded was powerful. I tried to hide my hesitation and nervousness and walked over to the other end of the couch and sat down. His eyes crawled all over my body. I pulled on my robe to make sure I was covering everything.

“What are you doing here? It's really late. This isn't really professional...”

“Shhh.”

He put a finger to his lips, and I fell silent almost immediately. What was this power he had over me? I wondered as I watched him silently.

“Good. Before we begin, I want you to know that you're the one in control here. Do you understand?”

I nodded my head slightly even though I had no idea what the fuck he was talking about.

“Great.” He uncrossed his legs and turned a little so that he could stare directly into my eyes. “I know about the money.”

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, my heart started beating faster. “The money? I'm not sure I know what you're talking about.”

“You know very well. It was a good idea, but you've been caught.”

“Fuck,” I said, devastated. “I'm so sorry. I just owe a lot for my college loans and... and...”

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I started to cry.

“Now, now, there's no need to cry. I'm the only one who knows.”

I looked up at his. The look of smug satisfaction on his face was hard to miss.

“Come here and kiss me,” he commanded.

My body started moving closer to him, almost unconsciously. I kept my eyes on his lips as I slid across the cushions. When I was close, he reached out and pulled me closer. He kissed me with a passion I had never experienced before. His tongue pushed its way into my mouth as his hand moved down my back then cupped one of my ass cheeks through the white robe.

“That was good,” he said after he pulled back.

His eyes were focused on me. I felt weak, as if he had some unseen control over me even though I knew I was the one making the decisions. All I wanted to do was keep going, to make him feel good, to let him make me feel good. Would he eat my pussy? Would he fuck me? Could I take all of him into me? I had a few toys, but was I ready for a real cock to penetrate me?

As the questions rolled through my mind, he reached out and took my hand in his. Slowly and deliberately, he moved it to his lap. I felt the outline of his dick beneath the fabric of his pants. What did he want me to do? I had always wanted to see one up close. He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed me down gently.

I undid his pants and unzipped them. His cock looked huge in his underwear. Was his cock hard already? I knew there was only one way to find out, so I slipped my hands into his boxers and wrapped my soft, delicate fingers around his shaft, which was still flaccid. With a fluid movement, I pulled him out all the way. All of a sudden, I was staring down at my first dick.

“You can kiss it,” he said.

Still grasping it at the base with one of my hands, I bent my head lower. My wet, pink tongue slid out of my mouth as I got closer and closer. When I made contact with the tip, I found myself getting aroused. At the same time, he reached into my robe and began massaging one of my breasts, twisting the nipple and getting it so hard.

When I kissed his mushroom head again, I felt his twitch a little. His hands roamed over my body as I moved even closer and slipped just the tip of his dick into my mouth. The salty taste was strange but not gross or disgusting. What I really liked was the fact that I could feel him getting harder as I sucked him. The sensation was incredible, unlike anything I'd ever experienced before.

His hand went lower and slipped into my panties. When I felt his thick fingers brush my pussy lips, I moaned and sucked more of him into my mouth. Having someone else touch me there was a lot different than when I touched myself. My entire body felt electric and alive as he continued to get harder. I started to stroke his shaft with my small hand as I continued to suck.

“Let me lay down,” he said suddenly.

Had I done something wrong? I was terrified at first, but then I saw that he just wanted to get out of his clothes. For an older man, his body was really fit. His muscled abs looked like they had been carved into place. When he was fully naked, he stretched out on his back on the couch. I was still staring at him, a little in shock about what was happening.

“Now come and sit on my face,” he said.

My eyes widened slightly then I smiled. I knew what he had in mind. I'd never been with a man before, and I was going to get to try everything with my first one. I felt like such a lucky woman. As I straddled his face, he grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled my pussy onto his face. His soft yet powerful tongue began licking my fleshy, pink lips and clitoris.

I moaned and rubbed myself against his face. Then I lowered my head onto his dick and started sucking him off again. The better I sucked his cock, the more aggressive he got with licking my pussy. At some point, I felt him stick one then two fingers inside my tight, wet hole. I groaned as he wiggled them around a little then pulled them out and went back to licking me and sucking on my clit.

His cock was huge, the purple head so shiny. I licked him from the base all the way to the top then plopped him back into my mouth and moved my head up and down. I felt his cock throb as I slobbered all over him. When I felt myself about to come, I continued sucking him. His tongue touched my clit in just the right way and pushed me over the edge.

As my body shook, I continued moving my lips over his smooth, hard cock. Then, just as I started to come down from my orgasm, I felt the base of his dick throb. A moment later, he grunted as I felt him squirt his come into my mouth. I continued moving my head up and down slowly and I loosened my lips a little so his cum came rushing out, sliding down his shaft.

When I pulled my head back, I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down a little. I still couldn't believe what was happening. My first sexual encounter with an older man had left me shaking. I crawled off of him and sat on the edge of my coffee table as he lifted his hands behind his head. He had a huge smile on his face.

“Are you going to tell?”

“I don't know,” he said then looked over at me. “I might be able to keep your little secret.”

“But...we just...you came...”

“I'm going to fuck that tight pussy of yours, dear. Don't worry. You're going to like it.”

I knew he was right. My eyes roamed over his entire body.

“Can you get me a glass of wine before we continue?”

“Yeah, sure. It's not good.”

“That's okay, dear. I just need to clean my palette.”

What did he mean by that? I wondered as I stood up and headed into the kitchen to get him a glass of the little bit of crappy red wine that I had left. After pouring it, I headed back to the kitchen. He was gone! My mind raced as I looked at the front door. Was he going to tell on me? Would I lose my job? I relaxed when I heard him call me from my bedroom.

“In here, dear.”

I walked into my bedroom and saw him, still naked, walking around and looking at my photos and art on the walls. He turned when I came in and smiled again.

“I only have one wine glass. We'll have to share,” I said, handing it to him.

“My, you really are in dire financial straits, aren't you?”

“You don't know.”

“Oh, I know.” He drained the last of the wine then set the empty glass on the top of my dressed. “Get on your knees. Get me hard.”

His gruff voice was so powerful. I knelt on the carpet in front of him and looked up. He nodded as I leaned forward and sucked him into my mouth again. The taste was different but still not distasteful, at least to me. As I bobbed my head up and down, I reached out with my tiny hand and began stroking his huge, thick cock as I continued to suck.