Then I remembered I didn’t have anything on top. I reached for my towel and wrapped it around myself. I felt like smacking myself for forgetting to cover myself the second I woke up. Now he’ll have something to remember me by at nights, I thought bitterly. How I loathed that man!
The boss laughed when he saw me covering myself. “I don’t think that’s going to be of any use,” he said, his voice still pleasant. “I’ve seen all I’ve needed and wanted to see, Jessie.” His voice turned serious. “Well, let’s do away with the formalities now, why don’t we?” He reached down, and in one quick motion, the bath towel covering my torso was now on the ground.
I glared up at him, not trying to cover up anything now. I’m too pissed off to be embarrassed. The nerve of him to step without permission into my property and act all haughty and stuff! I got off the lounging chair and stood up to face the boss, my hands on my hips. His eyes went to my chest. He reached out and playfully squeezed my left breast. I was still angry, so I swatted his hand away.
“Get out of here,” I said through clenched teeth. “In case you’ve forgotten, you’re in my property. Who do you think you are, acting all high and mighty in my territory?”
“Quit acting like a brat,” the boss said harshly. “I’m going to cut to the chase, Jessie. I have you on tape and in photos. Topless, naked as the day you were born-save for your panties, of course.” He paused. “What are your folks going to think when they realize their golden daughter isn’t the sweet, innocent girl she portrays herself to be?” He grinned.
I was too stunned to speak. I felt like kicking and smacking myself in the head for being so careless and stupid. How could I have ever thought I could trust the boss? Now I was in deep shit. I’ve had my fair share of awful judgment, so my folks know I’m far from the angel that my looks portray. But I don’t think they know how daring I can be. They don’t know how I play with myself almost every night. They don’t know I sleep in the nude. They don’t know I own not just one but three vibrators. They don’t know I can orgasm through breast stimulation alone. They don’t know I have an exhibitionist streak in me. I know I’m old enough to worry what my folks think of my actions, but I love my parents. I know they’d still love me if they knew of my other side, but I’d like to spare them from that as much as possible. This was why I was horrified when the boss told me he had records, absolute proofs of me doing all sorts of… things.
“You’re crazy,” I whispered. I could almost feel my deep hate for the man shoot off from my eyes.
“I’m not. I just want to fuck you,” he answered. “So what do you say, Jessie? We could do it right here, and every time I want. You don’t have to do anything. You simply come to me when I call you, and I promise you your racy photos will never see the light of day.”
I laughed. “How do I know you really have those photos of me? I think you’re perfectly capable of lying.”
The boss’s eyes bore into me. “Do you really want to know if I have them?” he asked softly.
I got his point right away. I didn’t say anything. I eyed the boss shrewdly. Okay, so he’s an old goat, but he’s a rich old goat. Plus he always looks clean and freshly showered. The thought of me having sex with my old next-door neighbor was too gross to swallow, but what choice did I have? Much as I didn’t like to admit it, he had me in his power now. I swallowed. Am I really going to agree to his terms and conditions?
“Okay,” I said after a long pause. “I’ll have sex with you, and you make sure those videos and photos never get anywhere.”
The old goat nodded and got to work right away. As if some signal had gone off inside his head, he stripped off his clothes immediately. I admit I was nervous as I saw him shed those stiff-looking clothes off. I didn’t know what was going to happen.
I didn’t have to wonder long. The boss stripped down until he only had his briefs on. It was hard not to miss the huge bulge protruding from between his legs. He began to breathe noisily, and for a moment, I had to stop myself from laughing out loud. It was just so silly.
“You don’t say or do anything, Jessie,” the boss instructed. He leaned close until the tips of my breasts were touching his chest. We were practically the same height, making things easier for him. He stroked my cheek with his thumb. He leaned closer until his face was a mere inch from mine. His tongue flicked out and ran over my lips and chin. He smiled.
“I’ve been wanting to do that a long time,” he said. When I didn’t say anything, he licked my lips and chin again. “Well, Jessie, let’s get started. I call the shots. Remember that, or else.” His hand brushed against my pussy for a few moments. Despite my loathing for the boss, I began to get aroused when his hand lingered on my pussy. Sex is still sex, after all.
The boss got down on his knees in front of me. He didn’t do anything at first; he simply wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his head on my flat belly. I stood rigidly, trying not to move as muscle as I was told. But there was something incredibly erotic about the position. I’ve never had a man do that to me before. Also, the boss’s nose and lips were almost at level with my pussy. I imagined him sniffing and smelling me there. The thought amped up my erotic levels, and I felt my pussy begin to get wet. It’s starting, I thought.
As if on cue, the boss began to move. He removed his arms from my waist and placed his hands on my hips. He buried his face on my belly, inhaling softly. His stubbles were sharp, but they added to my growing arousal. I struggled to keep still as my pussy shot off another load. My panties were getting sticky, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it.
Not that I wanted to stop it.
The boss rubbed my hips first. Next, his hands went to my buttocks, where they grabbed handfuls and squeezed vigorously. A moan escaped from my lips before I could stop it. As soon as it was out, I froze for a moment. Then I realized, why should I be embarrassed? The boss was going to see all of me, anyway. Might as well leave the so-called embarrassment behind as early as possible.
I didn’t know whether the boss heard my moan or not, because he didn’t stop what he was doing. He couldn’t seem to get enough of my ass. After a few more frantic squeezes, his hands roamed again, this time on my stomach. He played with my navel for a bit. He even ran his tongue inside it. I moaned again. I was really aroused now. The wet, sticky spot on my panties seemed to be growing larger every second.
The boss knew what he was doing. He was so precise. His hands reached up and grabbed my breasts. He pulled, as if he was testing them. I cried out because it hurt a little. He pulled harder, but I kept my mouth shut this time. He ran his large yet surprisingly gentle hands over them, making my erect nipples even more erect, rubbing them into overwhelming hardness. The sensation became very intense in a few moments. I couldn’t take it anymore. I began to moan like crazy, and my hips seemed to have a life of their own. They moved, bucked, and began to sway. It was then that I completely let go of my inhibitions. Griping and whining about having sex with the boss wasn’t going to get me anywhere, so I might as well enjoy the whole encounter.
While the boss played with my boobs, at the same time, his teeth found the waistband of my bikini panties. I knew he was going to tug them down my legs and off me, and I was amazed. The boss, old as he was, definitely still had some handy sex tips up his sleeve. The thought got me excited. I wanted to find out what more he could offer.
He got my panties to my knees after a few quick and fluid motions. I had shaved the day before, so my bare pussy was completely exposed for him to see. His eyes widened slightly. His tongue flicked out again and ran over my bare wet mound. I gasped and shuddered slightly.