He should ask why it takes me only five seconds to fish out his cock and wrap my lips around it when all this time I’ve told him I’m a virgin.
That’s right. I’ve been telling him I’m a virgin. Saving myself for him.
Me. Can you believe it? Brittney White—the one time Princes of Porn. The toast of the San Fernando Valley. Courted by Wicked Pictures, Vivid Video, Naughty America, Brazzers, you name it. Who had to leave that business behind when…well, never mind.
Yeah, all I had to do was flash Carl some titties, let him feel my ass and he believes now that all virgins are as expert as sucking cock as I am right now.
This is why men are just so stupid. They can’t think when their cocks get hard. This is why I’m single. Because no man can tame me.
“Oh God, baby, that feels so good,” Carl moans, running his hands through my hair.
He’s got about 7 inches. Not bad. But not great either. Still, I’m not really looking to get off for the next part.
With a slurp and final suck, I take my mouth off his cock and use my hands to jerk him once or twice. He’s hard. He’s ready.
“Are you ready for this?” I ask, as I make my eyes smolder and get up, pulling down my thong and using one hand to rub my clit and the folds of my pussy, getting ready to take him.
He nods at me dumbly.
Idiot.
I swear to God.
I give him a sweet smile and climb onto his lap, positioning myself over him. I feel his tip against me, and I kiss him on the neck. I’m wearing lipstick and I’m trying to leave a mark on his neck. By the time I’m done, I’ll get some on his shirt collar too. Plus I'm wearing lots of perfume. His clothes will smell of me for sure.
I unzip a condom and unwrap it on Carl with all the skill that virgin girls should not possess. But Carl doesn’t notice.
Gritting my teeth I bring myself down and feel Carl enter me. He groans loudly.
Stupid.
His secretary is right outside. Does he think she doesn't know what we’re doing? He’s so fucking disrespectful to her.
“Slow down, baby, or else you’ll make me cum soon,” he grunts. I speed up my thrusts, shucking myself on his pole.
I don’t know why I’m mad at him. I mean, I knew he wasn’t going to say no to me.
But maybe…I don't know. Maybe I hoped at the last minute he’d have a change of heart. That I’d be able to go back to his wife and tell her that her husband really isn’t a cheater, and that she hired me but I can’t get her the results she needed, and as per the policies of my company, Man Chasers LLC, here is a full refund.
Or maybe I hoped that at least he’d have the presence of mind when faced with free pussy to think, even. I mean, it’s bad enough you’re going to cheat, but your office window is open and there are no fucking blinds. What would happen if someone were in the other building on a floor that's facing Carl’s office? What if they were looking through the glass, filming Carl and I? Filming as Carl grunted and bucked his hips as I began timing my thrusts faster and faster, kissing his neck in the process and using my hands to unbutton his shirt and rub his nipples?
It’s not a hypothetical question, babe, because that’s what Walter is doing right now. From his position that we scouted out a few days ago, he’s got a high definition camera trained on us. He’s filming us in crystal clear perfect video. The transceiver in my purse is on, and it’s giving him perfect audio.
“Oh, fuck, baby, you like that?” I ask, and I can feel Carl’s nuts tighten. He has no fucking stamina at all.
In another three thrusts he groans and throws his head back and I can feel his cock spasm inside of me, as the condom gets warm.
I milk him with my pussy for another half a minute. Let him get some pleasure out of it. When I deliver this recording to his wife, it’s going to be all she needs to get out of the loveless marriage that she’s trapped in. She’s going to sue him for everything he has. He’ll probably go from Mr. Senior Managing Director in a Park Avenue condo to living in Bed-Stuy in a basement apartment. Most likely not so much sex happening then.
Oh well. He’s a guy. I don’t really have that many fucks to give.
***
“Make sure that Mrs. Ketchum is made aware where to transfer the money to, Walter,” I tell my trusty sidekick over the phone as I leave the offices of Carter Jeffries. Once the sex was complete, it’s all I could do to get the fuck out of Carl’s office as soon as possible. Walter had what he needed, and I needed to get paid.
“We have a new commission too, if you’re interested,” Walter tells me in his off-English accent. He’s been with me since I left Los Angeles. He’s loyal and I trust him with my life. Think Alfred from Batman. He’s my Alfred.