My Seven Enticing Sins (3 page)

Chapter 5
: The CEO

The first time I met Nathaniel, was at a job interview.
When I first got to the city, I applied for various opportunities and was called for a few job interviews though none of them really panned out. One evening I was at home sipping some wine when I got a call to go in for a job interview. Naturally I was excited and decided to go shopping for the perfect dress. The next morning, I went in for my interview and that is when it hit me that I did not know the position for which I was going to be interviewed. Those days I had applied for a variety of positions and had even lied on my applications about qualifications and experience. I was desperate to get a job in the city and I was willing to do any kind of job. Fortunately, when I reached the office building, I was told that I was interviewing for an assistant’s position. I had to wait for some time as there were other applicants but when I was finally called in for the interview, I knew I had to give it my whole. The man behind the desk had a strong domineering presence that demanded respect. He was big, so he made the large desk look small. When I first walked into the office, he was staring at a printout, probably containing names of people to be interviewed. I stood there, staring at him, trying to work out if I should start the conversation or sit down. I was startled when he spoke and asked me to sit down. His voice was deep, too deep. He introduced himself as Nathaniel Armstrong, owner and CEO. He asked questions that were fair and then said they would get back to me in a few days. By the time I got out of the office, I was not sure whether or not I’d got the job, so I just kept my fingers crossed.

A few days later, I found out that I had not got the job. I was called back into the office, but this time, the man had a pr
oposition that I never thought I’d get. This time when I walked into the office, he had a smile on his face and looked somewhat nervous. He started by asking me about my aspirations, educational background and whether or not I was married. I naturally answered those questions, thinking that they were linked to the job opportunity and that this was supposed to be my second interview. When he said, “I’ve a proposal for you, close the door”. I closed the door and when I turned around he was out of his chair and walking around his desk. He walked up to me and stopped when he was very close. “How would you like to be my personal secretary? I liked the look of your resume and I like the look of you. Would you like to give it a try”? As I opened my mouth to answer, I felt his fingers touching my inner thigh. I was completely surprised and stepped back until I reached the door and could step no further. I was gushing like a shy school girl though I was intrigued. He paused for a moment, never taking his eyes off me. He took a few steps in towards me until his body was very close to mine. I didn’t move as I didn’t know what to do. I felt his fingers again on my thigh just below where my skirt finished. He brushed his fingers very gently up and down my thigh never taking his eyes off me. He lifted my skirt with the hand that was doing the tickling and ran it higher and higher. He rubbed his hand over my underwear saying “mmm, warm”. He began to rub my clitoris with one of his giant fingers. It was hard to contain how good it felt. He kept going, rubbing faster as my breathing got heavier. He slid his hand into my underwear and stuck one finger inside me. I was wet, very wet. He slid his finger out and sucked my wetness off it. “Now I want you to taste me”, he said. He walked backwards until he was resting on his desk, undoing his belt as he moved whilst all the while watching me.

Upon reaching the desk, h
e unzipped his pants and pulled out his large, hard cock. Again I was shy like a school girl, but only for a few seconds. I don’t what it was, maybe I liked being told what to do as before I realized, I was kneeling in front of him. I grasped his thick cock with my hand and licked it from the base to the tip. I licked the top of it and used all my saliva to moisten his head as I gave it short and sharp sucks. He was moaning. I gathered enough saliva to run my smooth wet tongue over every side of his delicious cock and stroked it with my hand. Then, I took in my mouth the entire thing. I deep throated his cock, bobbing up and down and pausing each time I went down. I used my hand to stroke him up and down in time with my mouth. I sucked hard and fast, then soft and slow, again teasing him as I tickled the head of his cock whilst looking into his eyes. He pulled my head down onto his cock and I began sucking hard and fast again. He was holding the back of my head, pushing himself into my mouth, almost making me gag. I loved it. “I’m going to cum”, he said. So I kept on sucking faster and faster. I was ready to take his cum in my mouth but just as he told me he was going to cum, he yanked my head back by my hair and held me in front of his cock. He pulled his cock a few times with his hand and after three jerks; he pointed directly at my face and blew his load all over me, then sticking his cock back into my mouth and finishing off the load in there. His cum dripped down from my chin and into my top between my breasts. He then wiped cum off my face with his fingers and told me to suck it, so I sucked it all off as hard and as passionately as I had just sucked his cock. He looked at me with satisfaction and appeared pleased I had done what he wanted. He helped me up to my feet and I pulled my skirt back down. I grabbed some tissues from his desk and wiped away the remaining cum from my face, neck and chest. “If you can do that every day, you’re hired”. Wow I thought, every day? It was quite exhausting to do it just once let alone every day. I lied and told him I was really only interested in the office assistant’s position and not being his personal secretary. “You’re sure”? I nodded. “Ok, I guess you’re free to go then. He held out his hand to shake mine and said “have a nice day”. I never heard back about the assistant position and never heard back from Nathanial again. I wasn’t too fussed though. It’s not as if I liked him, or knew anything about him. He just knew how to push all my buttons and pulled out a delicious cock when I was obviously in the mood for one. I couldn’t resist. If I could go back in time to that point, I definitely would have swallowed his load. It would have been far less messy.

Chapter 6: The Lawyer

After
weeks of desperately searching for a job, a friend of mine finally referred me to a company that had personal assistant job openings. I still remember the excitement that I felt when I received the phone call for the interview, though I hoped it would not end like the last one. The job was like a dream come true and the salary was more than I expected. Things were going well at work and I was finally starting to make friends. My boss was kind and fair. She allowed me to work decent hours and could give me time off whenever I needed it. I was finally able to make rent payments in time and was not struggling to put food on the table. As I was quietly working at my desk one day, I got a letter from the court saying that I had jury duty. I sought the help of a colleague about this and he told me that it was mandatory and could lead to sanctions if I did not comply.

When I reported to court, I found out that the case in question was about breach of contracts. Not being a lawyer myself, I did not understand half o
f what the lawyers were saying. I moved my eyes from one person to the next, taking in what they were wearing and thinking about what must be in their minds. The defence side seemed to be winning, so I figured I should listen to whatever the lawyer was saying. The defence lawyer was smartly dressed in a dark suit with not a hair out of place. He was well kept and there was not even a speck of dust on his shoes. I later learnt that his name was Jerry Beck. As the proceedings went on, I noticed each day that the appearance of this lawyer did not change much. The style and colour of the suits might have changed, but they were worn in the same manner. I remember thinking that I should probably have become a lawyer, since they seemed to have all the money and respect in the world.

One day, I gathered enough courage to speak to
Mr Beck. During lunch I simply walked up to him and asked if I could have a word with him. I wanted to ask him about law school and what I would possibly need to do to join. I did not expect the expression on his face to be that of anger, since he had been smiling during the court session before. As it turns out, I was not allowed to speak to any of the lawyers before the case was determined. This is something I did not know and since I was not listening for most of the proceedings, I did not realise that the judge had handed down these instructions. Since I had approached him within view of the other lawyer, the judge declared a mistrial. When all was said and done, Beck came to me and said, “You cost me the case, so I figure you owe me a dinner”. There was no way I was going to refuse the man a dinner when I had destroyed a case that he was winning. I took him to one of my favourite restaurants thinking that he had never been there. I was surprised to see that he was on first name basis with most of the waiters there. Apparently he was a regular and was also friends with the restaurant owner. From that nite, Beck and I became close and he promised to help me with law school if and when I was serious. Of course to even think about joining law school I needed money, which I did not have a lot of.

We went out for dinner one evening
and the man on the table next to ours knelt down to propose to his girl friend. As is the tradition in the city, the whole restaurant cheered them on and asked the woman to say yes. When she eventually did, we all applauded and Beck offered to buy everyone champagne. I knew he had money, but I had no idea that he was that kind or generous. As the evening went on, I could not help to steal a glance at the now engaged couple and I think my date noticed. The next thing I knew he was asking if I had ever thought about marriage and starting a family. I admitted that I had and that I had tried to do so on more than one occasion. When I asked him about his life and thoughts on marriage, he went on to say that he had not started thinking about it until recently. According to Beck, I had reminded him about the importance of commitment and family. I knew what was coming next, but I was still not prepared. He got down on one knee and the next thing I knew; he was asking me to marry him. From experience, I knew that everyone in the restaurant would cheer and shout that I should accept but the shock I was in seemed to drown out their voices.

We were not dating, at least not to my knowledge. I honestly thought we were just friends, but the relationship must have meant more to Beck. When I finally spoke, I could not say yes to such a proposal, but I also did not want to let him down in such a crowded place. All I could do was lift him up
off his knee and give him a hug. This must have looked like acceptance to the people in the restaurant and they went on to applaud and congratulate us. Later on that evening, I explained to Beck that I just wanted to be friends and that I was really not looking to get into a serious relationship at the moment. Of course, that was a lie. All I wanted was to be in a serious relationship and stop getting myself into these situations fit for the life of a porn star. I asked Beck if we could remain friends for now and though he seemed hurt, he said that he would be willing to try. That experience taught me to always define relationships from the beginning, so not to give the wrong impression.

Chapter 7: The Accountant

I was
still willing to put myself out there, so I decided to dust off my online dating profile and try again. I had taken some time without checking on my profile, so I found a number of requests. I was grateful for this since it meant that I could immediately jump back into the game without wasting any time. I chose a man who only used a screen name and after a few days of chatting, we decided to meet. In one of our chats, he had told me that he was a successful accountant who also happened to live in the city. So when we met I expected to find a man in a suit or at least a tie. What I did not expect was to find a middle aged man in shorts and a bowling shirt. Reminded me a little of a TV show that I used to watch, Two and a Half Men. I wondered if he was as much a player as the lead character in that show, Charlie Sheen. His name was Samuel. Putting aside all my reservations, I decided to dive into the date with an open mind. After a lovely dinner, he asked me if I wanted to go back to his place. Ordinarily, given my recent experiences, I would not accept such a suggestion, but since I was trying new things, I decided to once again just go with it. It was a lovely place, a full house, with a number of rooms and a large living room. I was impressed with the well crafted furniture and large art.

The night was amazing. He was gentle and not selfish at all if you know what I mean.
He started by kissing me in front of the fire place and caressing me just the way I wanted. When we did finally make it to the master bedroom, he looked into my eyes and asked me if this is what I wanted. Since I was shivering and could not talk, I simply nodded and he slowly moved me to the bed. I shyly removed my dress and slipped into the covers. When I next looked at him, he had removed all his clothes and was moving to the bed. He got into bed next to me and peeled off my underwear. His hand then slid from my belly to the top of my thighs. His kisses slowly followed his hand, until he worked his way between my legs. He then looked up at me, asking me for permission with his eyes. He must have seen how much I wanted him, because he did not wait for verbal consent. His arms scooped up my legs and I could feel his warm breathe on my thighs. Next thing I knew, his sharp tongue was flickering and licking down below on and around my clit. I felt like howling up at the moon, or shouting out loud. After trying my best to keep quiet, all I could do was moan and beg him not to stop.  I must have been twisting so much because his grip on my legs intensified. When he finally lifted his head, I thought it was all over, and that is when I felt his thick manhood slowly enter me. I felt shivers run through my whole body and all I could think about was that I wanted him to get deeper in me. My nails dug into his back and when I made my way to his buttocks, I moved him deeper into me. “God you’re so sweet”. He murmured into the curve of my neck. The next words were mumbled against my skin, but I swear I thought he said, ‘Slippery”. I hung onto him for dear life and enjoyed the ride, shuddering against his heat. Trembling and moaning, I melted back onto the bed, my legs still locked around his hips. I do not know if it was because it had been a while for me, or that he was a gentle lover. I ended up spending the night and I slept better than I had for a long time.

The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed. He had left a note on the pillow saying he had to go out early but that I should stay and make myself feel at home. Since I had nothing planned for the day, I decided to stay and look around the house.
I made myself some breakfast, chatted with the housekeeper and slept all day. He came back in the afternoon and said that he was glad that I was still around. We went out for dinner and it was then that he asked me if I was having fun. I told him I was and that I wished it would never end. Then he said, “It doesn’t have to. Last night I realised that we are compatible and I really like you. Is it too soon for me to ask you to marry me?” I told him that I would need some time to think about it. We spent the next few days together and in that time we talked a lot about our lives and what we expected from the future. One night he handed me a small book, saying that he wanted to reveal what he really did for a living. I had no clue what he was talking about, so I thought it would be best if I left him to do all the talking. He explained to me that he was an accountant, so he had not lied about that much. He went on to say that the kind of clientele that he had was a bit unconventional as many of them were criminals. He was hired by all sorts of people, from drug lords to money launderers. This information was a bit too much for me, as I had certainly had my share of bad boys and was not really looking to get into a relationship with someone who was involved with dangerous criminals. I asked him if his job ever got a bit dangerous and he said that he had had his fair share of clashes with clients, but that nothing had ever turned serious. I knew that after the excitement wore off, I would once again be feeling lonely, just like with the doctors. Exciting at first but then it’s all downhill from there. I wanted to move up hill in a relationship for once and with that final thought, I called him and explained that I couldn’t marry him.