Then again, maybe I hadn’t met the right one ‘cause the second Marin came in with her bright-eyed, big tits, long dark hair, and sweet smile, I haven’t been right in the head, which is why she’s working days instead of nights. I can’t handle the thought of her working the distillery after dark when every horny asshole within five miles would be in here drunk and staring at her.
Hell, the only reason I asked for her help tonight is because I was told the party would be all women.
I lean forward and scratch my fingers through my hair as I squeeze my eyes closed. There’s no reason I should have a twenty-two-year-old girl on my mind. No reason I should lie in bed at night, beating off to thoughts of her curvy little frame jumping around for me. No fucking reason at all.And yet, I can’t stop.
A gentle knock raps against the door. I already know it’s Marin by the weight of the knock on the door. It’s thick and sweet, like her.
My muscles stiffen and my cock grows heavy at the mere thought of her bouncing into my office with those enormous, firm tits on display. “Yeah,” I manage, clearing my throat.
She pushes the door open and steps into the room, all innocent and sweet, one thick thigh at a time, her short black skirt flirting with every step she takes. It’s a sin to look at her the way I do. A sin to fantasize about sliding between her thighs and pressing into her tight little core. A sin to wish she was moaning out for relief beneath me, begging me to go harder.
Jesus Christ. What the hell is wrong with me?
She’s twenty-two years old. I’m twice her age.
“Hey.” Her soft voice is breathy as she hooks her hands together in front of her body nervously.
Lord, there’s something about the shy, nervous act that makes my cock throb harder.
“You can sit down if you’d like.” I nod toward the leather chair in front of my desk, and she obeys, tugging her skirt down before she sits.
God damn, I’m not okay.
Her big brown eyes sparkle like a little doe-eyed angel desperate for direction, her tits spilling from the top of her tank top as her thighs clench tighter. “What’s up?”
I lean back in my office chair, taking her in, trying not to look at her like the meal she is. “Your outfit. It’s… I have something else I’d like you to wear for the party.”
“Oh!” She smiles and leans forward, showing off more of that beautiful cleavage I don’t want any other man looking at ever again. “Sure. Is there a theme or something? I’ve always wanted to go to one of those parties where the women dress up like they do at Oktoberfest.”
A flash of Marin in lederhosen snaps into my vision, and my cock is rock hard. Short shorts, suspenders, and those perfect heavy tits spilling out of a cute little top.
Damn.
“No.” I hand her the pair of black leggings and the long-sleeved, full-coverage shirt I ran out to get during lunch. “This is the uniform for tonight.”
She shakes out the clothes and holds them out in front of her. “Are you serious? This is what they want for a sex party? I figured maybe a cute little maid outfit or something flirty and fun.”
A maid outfit?Fuck.
I think she’s doing this on purpose. I didn’t need a vision of her in a cute little skirt, ass out, with a feather duster brushing against my cock as she bounces on my face.
“No.” I shrug. “This is what they asked for. I need you to change.”
She stares at me a beat too long, and I wonder for a second if she’s onto me. If she knows I can’t stop staring at her curves. If she knows I don’t want anyone else looking at her, touching her, thinking about her the way I do. Then, all at once, she bounces up from the chair, clutching the clothes against her chest. “I’ll go change then. Did you need anything else?”
Just one more thing. I need to bend you over my desk so I can sink into that tight, little pussy and listen to you moan until I’m sloppy fucking wet with your come and the whole damn place can smell me on you.
“No,” I clear my throat, “I think that’s all. The guests should be here in the next ten minutes. I’ll be out soon and we’ll get some whiskey ready to go out.”
She’s barely stepped out of the room before she tucks back in with a shake of panic in her voice as she says, “People arealready arriving, a lot of people, and it looks like the bathroom is their first stop. I don’t know where to change.”
My chest tightens and my cock pulses against my zipper as I realize her only option is to strip right here in the office. “Change here.” I glance down at my desk to grab the agenda list before leaving, but before I’ve found it, she’s tugging off her tank top in the back corner, the small of her back stretching to show off a little heart tattoo on her left hip.
“Fuck,” I growl too loudly.
“Oh!” She twists toward me, her long dark curls sweeping against her chest as she turns back toward the wall. “Sorry. I’m trying to hurry. I figured it’s the same as a bathing suit, right? It’s just my bra.”
Right.It’s just your cute, little, tiny, lacy pink bra. I won’t be thinking about that at all later while I touch myself.
