Encounter: Busted
Lizzie Lynn Lee
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Copyright ©2009 Lizzie Lynn Lee
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Busted
“Take it off.”
It wasn’t a request. It was an order. His temptress had
lusted him all evening and when she was able to snatch James from the party,
she quickly dragged him into his private study room. Outside, the loud music
drowned the guests’ chatters and laughs. Nobody would miss them here.
Anna’s voice was seductive and husky, dripping with lust.
James couldn’t help shivering when she pushed him on the chair behind his desk
and hastily unbuckled his belt.
“Sweetheart,” James growled. “I don’t think this is a good
idea. Your dad is in the party.”
“Screw him. Because of dad, I couldn’t see you for a week. Now,
be quiet.” Anna unzipped his pants and shoved down his brief. She palmed his
cock and gave him a few lazy strokes.
James groaned hard, almost shouting when Anna lowered her
head and took him with her mouth. His heart wanted to jump out from his ribcage,
and his balls tightened so hard, they were swelling against the teeth of the
zipper. He couldn’t think straight. He might have forgotten his name too for a
second. Like magic, she had wiped his mind to a blank slate, thinking of
nothing but the pleasure she was giving him. He clawed her head; her silky hair
spilled between his fingers. “Your dad is going to kill me if he ever finds out…
“
Anna ignored him. His cock pulsed in her mouth, loving her
attention. His crown nudged at the roof of her mouth as she made an intimate
acquaintance. His hand tightened around her scalp. So good, the eager part of
him quivered in her slippery-hot cavern of a mouth. His heart hammered
viciously, and all of a sudden, he wanted to come so bad. He shifted gingerly.
One part of him wanted to tug her head and order her to stop, and another
wanted her to blow him until he came.
“Anna, please… “
Anna released him. “Why didn’t you want to tell him about
us?”
“Because I’m his business partner. I wasn’t supposed to mess
around with his daughter.”
“James?”
“Fuck,” Anna said, frozen.
“Shit.” He snapped straight when he heard someone call his
name. James heard footsteps in front of his office. He had forgotten to close
his door. Before he could do anything, someone came in.
* * *
“Doctor Stanford?” James mumbled.
“Oh, there you are. I’ve been looking all over for you.”
“Please don’t turn on the light.” If the lights were on,
Anna’s dad would see him caught in flagrante delicto. James fumbled with an
excuse. “I… uhm, have a headache. I drank too much. I couldn’t stand the light.”
With his knee, James pushed Anna under his desk, obscuring her from the Doctor’s
view. As long as Doctor Stanford didn’t come too close, he was golden.
Anna must have realized they had a visitor. James heard silent
vibrations on his crotch. She was suppressing her giggles on the thatch of his
pubis. His cock swayed against her face, and his balls were still tightened
with unspent lust. James groped for her, tapping the side of her cheek to
behave.
Doctor Stanford abandoned his attempt to turn on the light. “I’m
sorry. I just want to catch up before my plane takes off.”
James tried to force his breathing back to normal. Maybe, if
he played this right, Doctor Stanford might just think he looked flushed from
alcohol. “Leaving so soon?”
“Ah, yes.” Doctor Stanford sat on a chair. “Got an early
flight.”
James straightened his back. He pushed Anna further under
the desk.
Doctor Stanford sat in one of the chairs. “How’s the Logan’s
account so far?”
James twitched when Anna shifted between his thighs. He
silently prayed that the naughty girl wasn’t thinking of what he thought she would
do. He wanted to zip his pants up, but that would be impossible without giving
away his current state. “Doing very well, sir. I’m getting ready to audit them
this week.”
His breath stalled in his throat. Anna shoved his thighs
apart and positioned herself in a way he couldn’t do anything about it without
calling the Doctor’s attention. His fear became a reality when Anna slowly
pulled his cock and licked its head.
God. He bit down his jaw, preventing himself from groaning
aloud. Her soft tongue made him want to jump. The caress made him burn from the
inside out, every nerve tip in his system screaming with pleasure. Anna licked
his cock as if she were a cat savoring cream. So tender, so loving. She nipped
his veined shaft, bestowing him with hundreds of butterfly kisses. Her tongue
swirled on the ridge of his cock-head, tracing his shapely crown. Fuck, it felt
so good. He leaked again. She noticed it and swept it clean with her tongue.
He couldn’t breathe when she squeezed his balls and licked
them as if they were coated with honey. His cock stood proud in salute, hungry,
and carnivorous of what was to come. He could feel her silent giggles again.
One of her hands clasped his shaft and gave him a firm, steady shake while her
hot, loving mouth gently laved his cock-head. James sucked another hard
exhalation.
“Are you okay, son?”
James mumbled. He cleared his throat. “It’s just the
headache. Had too much bourbon when I really shouldn’t.”
“Ah, you really shouldn’t deprive yourself from a simple
pleasure.”
Unconsciously, James made strange noises in his throat. Anna
tried to take his whole length into her mouth. She gagged a little. He quickly
covered his groan with coughs. He slipped a hand down and cuffed her ear.
Somehow, he just knew she grinned. Anna grabbed his hand and sucked a finger.
Holy fucking God, she’s so damn naughty.
Doctor Stanford hadn’t noticed his odd streak, or the fact
he was sweating his balls off. The doctor continued with his drawls about the
business arrangement with Logan Medical, while underneath the desk, Anna gave
his cock thorough attention.
Anna squeezed him with both palms, laving from the scrotums
upward. Her tongue swirled up to his crown, teasing his leaky opening, trying
to tongue-fuck him there. He twitched. She pecked his cock-head with her soft
lips, fluttery and shy as a maiden kiss. James panted, feeling as if brimstone
was incinerating him alive. She gently swooped down half of his length until he
touched the back of her throat.
The suckling followed. A deep, passionate, slow suck of
worship as if he was her idol, the giver of her life and the one she couldn’t
live without. James swallowed an enormous gulp of air. The pleasure was a
beautiful agony, slowly driving him out of his mind. A flicker of fear flashed
into him: I’m going to come. And when I come, Stanford will know I’m a fucking
pervert. He prayed silently to hold himself sane until the Doctor finished and
was out of his office. But he wouldn’t make it. Anna was loving him too much
and he found his climax hanging at the precipice of the cliff.
Oh God, please no.
James clenched his fist, digging his nails into his palm
until he felt pain. He needed a distraction. Think, think. Multiplication
table. Complicated math problem. His company’s cash flow figures. A guy in accounting
he wanted to fire.
But he couldn’t concentrate. Anna had successfully swallowed
his shaft to his base. Her hot mouth and silky throat enveloped his cock
savagely, greedily, demanding her due. All his nerves screamed in incandescent
ferocity from Anna’s sweet torment, begging him to end, to let go, surrendering
to the temptation of original sin. But he couldn’t. Not right now. Not in front
of the Doctor. Oh God, a little more and I’m toast… James groaned again and
obscured it with a violent cough.
Luckily, the Doctor wrapped up his drawls. “You should take
something for your cough.”
“I will later.” His voice was shaky. “I… feel a bit dizzy.”
Doctor Stanford took the hint. “Well in that case, I don’t
want to bother you any longer.”
The Doctor rose from his chair. James shook his hand without
rising from his seat. It was bad manners, but Standford knew he was unwell.
“I’ll see you soon, James.”
“I wish that too, sir.”
“Good bye.”
James was glad he had a talent with poker faces. His cock
rebelled to the point where he was losing control. His balls were drawn tight,
ready to explode. He groaned silently, hissing between his teeth. I’m going to
come. Oh God, I’m going to come.
The Doctor was in the hallway when he couldn’t bear the
torture any longer. He exploded violently. James didn’t make much noise, only
an obscured, mournful groan. He spurted hard and long, spasm after spasm of hot
cum. He clawed the table until his nails made a screeching sound. His vision
blurred for a second. His ears rang. His mind blanked.
James collapsed when the last shudder of ecstasy was gone.
God, that was the blowjob of the century. Anna still played with his limp cock
after he was spent. He flinched, sensitive to touch after the climax. He groped
blindly for her, found her face, and ordered her to stop. “Anna.”
Silent.
“Come on out.” James wheeled his chair back, giving her a
chance to crawl out. Her face flushed when he saw her in the light. “That was
close.”
Anna pouted her lips. “It’s your fault. If you would just
tell him about us, we wouldn’t need sneaking out like this.”
“I agree,” said a voice by the door.
Anna whipped her head sideway and paled. “Oh shit.”
Doctor Stanford crossed his arms and leaned against the
door. His face was stern. “You can explain all of this on the weekend.
Saturday. Dinner at my house. Let’s say seven?”
“Y-yes, sir,” James stammered. “Sounds good.”
“Yes, dad.” Anna looked chastised. Dr. Stanford left. She
turned around and giggled, “We’re so busted.”
James couldn’t find anything to say, he wrapped his arms
around her and hugged Anna tight. “Let’s hope I still can keep my neck in place
by the weekend.”
“Don’t worry. Daddy likes you.”
“Let’s hope so.”
Anna gave him a wet kiss on the cheek. “I love you.”
“Love you too, princess.”