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  Leah

  I was about to have the thrill of my life, or the humiliation of a lifetime. It all hinged on what Sebastian Cox would do.

  I’d been lusting after Sebastian since I was 19 years old, and he showed an interest in me at one of my father’s gatherings. When Sebastian learned that his friend was my father, he backed off, and for the last four years, has been kind, but always distant.

  It was no mistake that I asked Sebastian if I could spend the second year of my MBA program interning for his company, Sensual Delights. My interest was in business and design, both of which his company offered. In fact, I helped design a bra and panty set for their new line. In my design, the bra cups were sheer to show off the wearer’s nipples. It was something I knew men liked even though I had no experience.

  I was wearing that bra and panty set… it was all I was wearing now, because I was determined that Sebastian be the first man to touch me.

  “Jesus, Leah! What are you doing?” He sounded annoyed, but I was sure it was desire I saw in his eyes.

  “This is the set I helped design.” I saw his erection growing behind the zipper of his expensive slacks, and it gave me courage. I felt sure he was attracted to me. When he went into the bathroom, I’d seen the tent in his pants. I’d gone to the door, and my suspicions of his attraction to me was confirmed when I heard him say, “Fuck Leah,” and then groan. I might not have experience, but I knew he was jacking off to thoughts of me.

  “Yes, I know, but…” His eyes were fixated on my breasts.

  My nipples puckered and began to ache. “It’s working I see.”

  His facial features darkened. “Leah…” He didn’t seem to know what to say. “I’m your mentor.”

  Feeling emboldened by his reaction, I waggled my brows. “I know. I figure a man who runs a billion-dollar adult satisfaction business would know how to mentor me in more intimate areas of how his products work.”

  “There are plenty of other men who can help teach you that.” Then he frowned. “Surely you’ve already had… some lessons.”

  I shook my head, feeling both excited and nervous.

  “Jesus.” His eyes flashed with heat, making my pussy wetter than it already was. “You need to get dressed. This is wrong.”

  “It’s not wrong if we both want it.”

  “It could ruin me.”

  I cocked my head. I didn’t want to hurt him. “What?”

  “My board would kick my ass out of my own business if I touched you.”

  I was encouraged by the fact that he wasn’t saying he didn’t want me. Of course, that would have been futile because his massive erection would contradict that.

  “No one has to know.”

  “I respect and admire your father, Leah. I can’t fuck his daughter.”

  I knew he was the type of man to use the word fuck, and it excited me. It made me wonder if he used other coarse and vulgar words. My whole body was hot with the need to know.

  “I’m an adult, Sebastian.” I held my breasts, pinching my nipples, watching his eyes as they went hot with a feral intensity. I walked closer to him, watching as his nostrils flared with my approach.

  “Fuck, you’re wet, aren’t you? I can smell it.”

  If I hadn’t been wet already, I would have been then. As it was, I felt like I’d soaked through the panties.

  I sat on his desk, opening my knees for him to see how wet I was. Then I watched as the tug of war played in his eyes.

  “I want you to touch me, Sebastian.” Feeling daring, I added, “I want you to fuck me.”

  “Jesus fucking Christ.” His gaze was seared on my wet panties.

  I slid my finger over the panel as I’d seen women do in the few porn movies I’d watched to learn more about what turned men on.

  “Have you ever had an orgasm?” His voice was hoarse.

  “Not from a man.” I wasn’t embarrassed of being a virgin, but I was impatient to have the experience of sex. I’d waited a year to get Sebastian’s attention as an intern in his company. Now my time was running out since I was graduating in a few weeks. There was no one else I wanted to initiate me into the pleasures of the flesh more than Sebastian.

  He growled and walked to a cupboard along the wall beside his desk. He opened it up and pulled something out.

  My heart sank when I saw it was a dildo.

  “Here.” He thrust it at me.

  I shook my head. “I want you. And I know you want me.” I reached out to touch the cock straining his pants, but he stepped out of my reach.

  I was losing, and embarrassment was quickly rising. In one last desperate attempt, I said, “Show me how to use it.” I pulled the panel of panties aside, showing him my pussy, which throbbed with need.

  “Leah.” He sounded tormented, which told me I was close to getting what I wanted.

  I maneuvered my panties off and tossed them at him as I lay back on his desk and opened my legs.

  He closed his eyes, and I knew this was the make or break moment. Please God, let him touch me some way, somehow.

  “I’m going to hell, for sure.” He stepped between my legs. “Leah—”

  I flicked my finger over my clit. “I’m so needy, Sebastian.”

  “Fuck.” He inhaled a breath and as he exhaled, I saw resignation in his eyes. He slid the dildo along my folds. “Jesus, you’re so fucking wet.”

  I moaned at the feel of the soft plastic dick. It wasn’t what I wanted, but small steps. My hips gyrated, wanting greater contact. I wanted him to touch me, but as he moved the dildo over my pussy, I realized he wasn’t to use anything but the plastic devise.

  He rubbed it over my clit and then turned on the vibration. My clit came alive, and I cried out. Rumor was that the office had been sound proofed. I hoped it was because if not, there was no doubt everyone would hear me.

  “You like that?” His voice was deep, commanding, and it turned me on even more.

  “Yes.”

  He continued to rub the humming dildo over my clit until my pussy contracted and then exploded.

  “Oh my God…” My hips writhed as pleasure radiated from pussy through my body. As good the orgasm was, I wanted a dick in me. I was about to complain, but then he positioned the dildo at my entrance.

  “This shouldn’t hurt. It’s a smaller model, and you’re wetter than fuck.”

  I hunched down, wanting anything, even a small dildo inside my body. I felt it slide in, my pussy gripping and grabbing. In an instant, I felt full, and with the vibration, my whole body started to shake as my orgasm built.

  “Ready to be fucked, Leah?”

  “Yes, God yes…”

  He withdrew the dildo and thrust it in again.

  “More, faster…”

  He groaned. “So fucking hot.” He rubbed his cock through his pants as he slid the dildo in and out of me.

  “I want to see it, Sebastian.”

  “It’s fucking you now.”

  “No, your dick.” I gasped as he thrust the dildo in deeper. “I want to see your dick.”

  He hesitated, and then while still fucking me with the dildo, he undid his pants and pushed them down. His dick sprung loose, and holy cow, it was humongous.

  I reached out to touch it, but he moved away. “No touching, Leah.” He turned up the vibration of the dildo which effectively stopped any complaint I might have had.

  “Oh God… I’m going to come again.” My whole body convulsed as my orgasm consumed me.

  “Jesus.” He turned the vibration off and slowly brought me back down.

  When I could finally open my eyes, I saw him watching me and stroking his cock. It was thick and long beyond what I imagined it would be. It was hard, and yet looked soft, like it would feel like velvet if he’d let me touch it.

  “I want to touch it.”

  He shook his head. “No.” He dropped his cock and moved toward the bathroom.

  Desperate to see him come, I sat up on the desk and called after h
im. “Let me watch you come. I won’t touch, but I want to see you come.”

  3

  Sebastian

  “You’re fucking killing me here, Leah.”

  “It’s so beautiful.” She put her hands under her thighs as if to tell me she wouldn’t try to touch me. I don’t know why I thought if I just didn’t touch her or she didn’t touch me, somehow this wouldn’t be crossing any line. I wasn’t fucking her, not technically. Yet the way she looked at my dick, all I wanted to do was get her on her knees and shove it in her pretty pink mouth.

  In the back of my brain, I knew I was so totally fucked, but all I was able to do was take my dick in my hand and start to stroke. Her eyes were rapt as she watched how I touched myself. My strokes were sometime long, taking the whole length of my dick, and other times they were short and fast, focusing just at the tip. I used my other hand to cup and fondle my balls.

  “Oh, fuck…” I dropped my head back as a wave of pleasure coiled in my cock. I couldn’t get the image of my fantasy of coming on her tits out of my head.

  “Are you going to come?”

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” My head snapped up, and I was feeling a bit wild as I looked at her. “Show me your tits, Leah.”

  It took her a moment, but then she undid the front claps of the sexy lacy cloth and tossed it aside. Her tits were beyond my imagination. Round, firm, creamy skin with pink nipples, hard and puckered. Fuck…I wanted to suck them until she screamed.

  “Get off the desk. On your knees.” Maybe I’d scare her with my demands and she’d get rid of any notion of me fucking her.

  She slid from the desk and knelt in front of me and I nearly came right then.

  “Hold your tits up… ah fuck… I’m going to come.”

  She took her breasts in her hands and lifted them toward my dick. “Come on my tits, Sebastian.”

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck….” I roared as a hot stream of cum shot out, landing on her chest and dripping down over her nipples. My hand jacked my dick hard and fast as I shot more of my load, coating her tits.

  She used a finger to scoop some of my thick creamy essence and brought it to her lips to taste.

  “Oh…. fuuuuuuuck.” Another stream coated her breasts. I hadn’t had an orgasm so intense and long in a while. But as the haze of pleasure dissipated came the guilt. I didn’t fuck her, but I might as well had. This was just as wrong.

  I dropped my dick, and lowered my head, unable to look her in the eyes. “There’s a shower in my bathroom. Get cleaned up.”

  I suspected my brusk tone would hurt her, but since I couldn’t look at her, I wasn’t sure. I grabbed tissues from my desk, handing her a couple and then used a few to clean myself off. She was still sitting there, so I picked up her underwear and dress and handed it to her.

  “I’ve got a meeting with Craig. The bathroom is all yours.” I lied, but I had to get out of there. Guilt was eating me alive. Guilt that I’d betrayed a man who helped me get my life and business back on course. And guilt because I couldn’t imagine that I wasn’t hurting Leah by ushering her out so abruptly after coming on her. I stopped at my door, but I didn’t look back at her. “You need to find someone who’ll treat you right to take your virginity, Leah.” I wanted to say more. Hell, I wanted to do more, but instead, I opened the door and left my office.

  As I walked past my secretary, I second guessed my leaving before Leah did. How would that look? Would Leah be upset enough to say something?

  I couldn’t think about that. “Leah will be out in a minute, she’s pulling together her presentation things.” Why was I explaining this to my secretary? “I’ve got an appointment I’m late for.”

  Mrs. Wallace’s eyebrow quirked. “I don’t have it on the calendar.”

  “It just came up.” I held up my cell phone. “I’ll be out the rest of the day.” I didn’t wait for a response. I strode to the elevator feeling like a complete jerk and a coward at the same time. I wasn’t a man who got flustered. And while I could be tough, I wasn’t an asshole, usually.

  “Fuck.” I hit the button to take me down the 30 stories. Out on the street, I considered visiting my usual bar and seeing if there was a willing woman that might help me forget what I’d just done with Leah. But that was stupid. The image of Leah’s sweet pussy, sucking in my dildo was seared in my brain. I fucking hated that dildo. I was jealous that it got to experience her tight, wet pussy.

  Instead I headed up toward Central Park to my apartment. My wife and I had lived in the building when Sensual Delights first took off, but I sold it and got something a little smaller when she died. It was both to escape her ghost, but also, because at the time, I needed to be more careful with my money as the business was teetering between skyrocketing or going bankrupt. Today, I could afford something bigger, but what for? It had everything I needed in the location I wanted it.

  In my apartment, I poured several fingers of scotch and drank it down in a gulp. I savored the burn in my gut, but it didn’t do anything to rid me of the guilt I was feeling. I poured another large glass and then sat on my couch overlooking the park.

  What the fuck had I been thinking to fuck her with a dildo? To come on those perfect breasts. My dick had done me wrong. For a man who liked to be in control, I’d let myself down.

  The answer was that I couldn’t be left alone with her. I couldn’t trust my dick not to override common sense. Jesus, if this got out, I could be kicked out of my own company. Henry would probably kill me. And I’d deserve it. Who engaged in sexual acts with their best friend’s daughter? Me, apparently.

  But, holy hell, who would have blamed me? Leah was a petite woman, with short blonde hair and large blue eyes that made me think of a pixie. Her body was lush, with curves made for a man. I didn’t touch her breasts, but I got a good enough look to know they’d fill my hands. Her waist tapered in, which accentuated her sublime tits, and round hips were made for holding onto while plunging my dick into her pussy.

  Thinking of that, my cock came to life. “You’re a fucking dick, you know that.”

  I imagined it saying, “well yeah, I am.” I refilled my class, taking it into my bedroom and stripped out of my suit. I went to my toy closet and chose the one that simulated a blow job, including a vibrating and moving tongue.

  I didn’t grow up with the goal of going into the adult pleasure business. I thought I’d go into real estate like my father. But then I met Valerie, who wanted to be a designer, and somehow, after she and I experimented with cock ring that included a vibrator that rocked her to the stratosphere, we came up with the idea of starting a business for people with large sexual appetites.

  She laughed as she sucked her juices off my dick. “Your name is perfect for it, Cox… cocks… get it?”

  At the age of thirty, and in a sexual haze, I’d agreed that it seemed like destiny. We were always on the same page in business and sexually, which you’d think would make a great marriage, which is why after we made our first $100,000 in six months from a simple online ecommerce store, we decided to get married. Valerie didn’t care about sentiment or fairy tales, so we’d gone to the courthouse and gotten married. No fanfare, no fuss. It seemed perfect.

  I cared for her, and chances were we’d still be married if she hadn’t died, even though her sex drive sometimes took her needs outside the marriage. To be honest, that didn’t bother me as much as her insistence to never be a mother.

  I wasn’t sure why that bothered me so much, I never thought much about being a father. I assumed someday we’d have children, but it wasn’t until she said, as an aside to another conversation we’d been having, that she was glad we didn’t want children that I wondered if maybe I did want kids someday. At first, I let it go, but then it started to bother me that I’d never have a child.

  That issue was the only thing we couldn’t get on the same page about. It became a significant chasm in our relationship we never got to resolved. She’d died in a car accident out in Las Vegas where she’d been at a trade s
how with our new line of lingerie and toys. Apparently, she’d had her head in the driver’s lap when he crashed going nearly 100 miles per hour.

  I realized, after she was gone, that our marriage wasn’t like most other peoples’. We cared about each other, but it wasn’t love. There was a lot of sex, but no romance. We’d never made love as far as I could tell.

  “This is so fucked up.” I tossed the toy on the bed, as thoughts of my deceased wife cooled my dick’s jets. Instead I got into the shower, to clean off my jizz left over from coming on Leah’s tits. Immediately, my dick was a full throttle again. I quickly cleaned and dried off, found a tube of lube and lay on the bed. I preferred having a real woman suck my dick, but that came with more complications than I wanted to deal with. Complications that increased once I passed into billionaire status. Sometimes it was just easier to take care of my sexual needs myself.

  I didn’t invent the blow job simulator, but I did improve on it. Sensual Delights had a hard time keeping any of these faux female mouths in stock.

  I started by slipping my dick in the silicone lips. Since I was already going to hell, I imagined Leah’s lips, and I thrust my dick in deep.

  “Fuck yeah, Leah… suck it baby.” I turned it on, letting it suck my cock in real life, while in my head, Leah, my innocent pixie beauty deep-throated me until I filled that toy with my cum.

  4

  Leah

  At first, I felt amazing about what happened. Sebastian had given me two fantastic orgasms, even if it was with a fake dick. And then he’d masturbated until his cum covered my breasts. I felt so sexual and wanton, so different from the sweet innocent person I usually felt like.

  But then he was out the door so fast without a single look at me. The humiliation I’d been afraid of was realized. What had I been thinking that he’d take my virginity? I knew he was attracted to me, but I wasn’t the type of woman he usually went for. He and his deceased wife had a reputation for pushing the limits of sex in their sex life. Gossip around the office reported that the women he dated now were open to creative and sex play. I was open to it too, I just didn’t know how to do it.