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Authors: Mathew Rodrick

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"Mr. Penatone!"

 

"What is it?" He pulled back,
looking confused. "Am I hurting you?"

 

"Well, n-no," I reluctantly
admitted. "I've just... no ones done that to me in a long time."

 

"No one's ever given you
oral?" His look was one of complete disbelief.

 

I bit my lip and looked away. "I
haven't had the greatest triumphs in the bedroom is
all.
"

 

"Well we'll just have to fix that
then, won't we?"

 

 

Before I had time to react his head was
wrapped around my cock, and he was sucking on the tip. I cried out to the
ceiling as he pleasured me in ways that I wasn't even aware of, digging and
probing with that devilish tongue of his. My fingernails dug into my thighs,
since that was where I'd gripped myself when he'd started.

 

 

"Oh God, Mr. Penatone... don't
stop, please!"

 

 

His response was to plunge his tongue
inside my ass and continue to stroke my cock. My hips bucked against his face,
and I found myself helplessly riding his mouth and fingers, which he began
slipping one by one into my ass. He got to three before I was even aware of what
he was doing, and by that time I didn't care. Everything felt wonderful on my
sensitized center. His hand pumped in and out of me, and my hips jerked and
danced to the skilled beckoning of his fingers.

 

 

When he found my prostate I couldn't
take it anymore. I screamed loudly as the strongest orgasm I'd had to date tore
through me, leaving me feeling shaky and helpless. Mr. Penatone seemed to
understand this, and he gently helped me up and held me in his lap as he took
my place in the chair. 

 

 

"So how was that?" He grinned.

 

I didn't have words, so I nuzzled his
throat instead. One of his hands stroked my hair. "I've been wanting to do
that for so long now. Some days I notice you look more depressed, and I want to
make things better for you."

 

Some of my voice came back by the time
he finished speaking. I enjoyed where I was, nestled against him. "Well...
you certainly did that."

 

Laughing, he stood up and helped me put
my clothes back on. "I'm glad you came up here before it got too much
later. I have some things I need to finish, but I was hoping to... get better
acquainted first."

 

I giggled lightly. "Well, I'm glad
we did."

 

"Perhaps we can do it again
soon?" His expression was hopeful.

 

Thinking about it for a moment, I slowly
nodded my head. "I think I'd like that."

 

"Excellent! I'll see you Monday,
Rich."

 

"Good night, Mr. Penatone."

 

"Good night."

 

 

I staggered out of Mr. Penatone's office
in a daze, yanking my shirt back on and buttoning it clumsily. I knew 
my hair probably looked like a total
mess, and my clothes were completely askew, but I didn't care. I managed to
stumble to the elevator and push the button. I didn't look at the windows,
afraid to see what my reflection might look like.

 

 

"Rich!"

 

Turning around, I saw Mr. Penatone
standing in the open doorway with my keys in his hand.

 

 

"You forgot these."

        "Oh." Unable to say much
else, I forced my shaky legs back down the hall. Mr. Penatone met me halfway,
catching me just as I tripped on a decorative rug.

 

"Whoa there. Are you all right,
Rich? You look a little pale." His chest was firm and warm beside my
cheek, and suddenly I wanted to stay here forever.

 

"I'm okay." Finally my voice
found me. "Just a little dazed is all."

 

His finger guided my chin up so that I
was facing him. "Perhaps you need something to eat."

 

"As long as you know a place with a
good salad bar," I joked.

 

"I know of a great place nearby,
and they have a large salad bar. It's a nice steakhouse."

 

 

Chewing on my lip, I debated. Go with my
attractive boss who'd just given me the best orgasm of my life, or go home and
stare blankly at the fridge for ten minutes while I debated and then finally
ordered out?

 

 

"That sounds nice, I suppose."

 

"Excellent. If you would consent to
wait a moment, I'll close up my office and escort you down to the parking
garage."

 

"Oh, um... sure. But I thought you
had to take care of some things?"

 

He waved off my worry. "I’ve decided
they can wait until tomorrow."

 

I smiled shyly. "Thank you for
bringing me my keys."

 

"Of course." Walking back to
his office, he closed the door and locked it with a set of keys he'd hooked
onto one belt loop. "Shall we?"

 

His timing was perfect, as the elevator
dinged and the doors opened just as we arrived in front of them. "Please,
after you."

 

 

I stepped into the elevator in front of
him, trying to calm my raging thoughts. Instead of sending me off in a fog,
he'd asked me out to dinner. 
Now don't get excited here, 
I
scolded myself. 
For all you know he brings boys up there all the
time. 
Yet a hopeful little voice inside me piped up. 
Or maybe
he doesn't. He did say this was the first time he had done this. The way he was
all over me sort of seems like more than just a passing interest.

 

"Rich, is everything all
right?"

 

Shaking myself out of my thoughts, I
glanced over at Mr. Penatone. There was a small spark of concern in his eyes.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

 

"Nope," I said cheerily.
"Just getting lost in thought."

 

He stepped closer to me and wrapped one
arm around my waist, staring deeply into my eyes. "I don't want you to
think that I do this all the time."

 

Can this guy read minds? 
I tried to keep my expression neutral.
"Honestly, Mr. Penatone--"

 

"Silvio," he corrected me
gently.

 

"Honestly I don't know what to
think. I'm not used to anyone paying attention to me."

 

His eyebrows lifted slightly in surprise
as he stepped back and released me. "Oh really? And why not?"

 

I sighed, hating that he was making me
say this aloud. "Because men aren't interested in me these days, I am
quite imperfect."

 

"I believe you to be perfect, I
proved that statement just a few moments ago."

 

My cheeks flushed again. "I mean in
general. I haven't been out with anyone in months."

 

"That's hard to believe." I
looked up to see if he was teasing me, but his expression was serious.
"And I find it difficult to comprehend, that you do not see yourself for
the beauty you are."

 

I felt flattered, though I realized that
statement made him sound slightly like he was pulling my leg. However, the
elevator doors dinged just as I was about to respond, and we both walked out
into the parking garage.

 

"You usually walk, correct?"

 

"Yeah. I just don't have the space
for a car where I live. There're too many vehicles there already."

 

"Then we'll take my car."

 

 

Mr. Penatone led me to a sleek black
sports car. I couldn't bring myself to call him Silvio after a few years' worth
of formality. He politely opened my door and helped me in, closing the door
once I was settled. Climbing in the driver's side, he started the engine and
pulled out of the narrow garage. We rode in silence for a while before he
finally spoke up.

 

"I hope it wasn't too presumptuous
of me to ask you out."

 

I shook my head. "No. I'm... I'm
really flattered, actually."

 

"Good." He grinned, and I felt
my pulse quicken. "Because I might have kidnapped you anyway."

 

"Oh no, then what could I possibly
do?" I placed a hand to my forehead and pretended to faint. "I'd be
at the mercy of a rogue!"

 

"A rogue?" He glanced at me
oddly, then burst out laughing. "Is that what you think of me?"

 

"Maybe." I grinned a little
myself.

 

"Well that sounds so much more
exciting than 'boss.'" His eyes stayed on me, only occasionally flicking
to the road. "Why don't we order in instead?"

 

My stomach quivered in excitement at
what his husky tone implied. "I suppose I can get a salad either
way." I kept my tone light.

 

He scoffed as he turned at a light.
"Why are you so fixated on a salad?"

 

Suddenly I felt a little defensive.
"Why are you so fixated on me fixating on a salad? I'm trying to lose
weight."

 

He chuckled and shook his head.
"Touché. Although I think you're gorgeous the way you are."

 

 

I quickly looked out the window to hide
my red cheeks. If I wasn't careful he was going to think ‘blushing’ was my
permanent skin color. We pulled up in front of a large apartment building, and
he helped me get out after parking. I admired the plush decorations of the
lobby, and nodded politely to the doorman when he greeted Mr. Penatone.

 

 

Once again we were in an elevator, and I
felt Mr. Penatone's gaze burning into the back of my neck. Without warning he
twirled me around to face him and pressed my back against the wall. Our lips
met in a wild kiss. As the doors dinged and opened to what I assumed was his
floor I pulled away in case someone was looking, but he yanked me right back.
"Oh no you don't."

 

"But someone could see!" I
protested, pushing against his chest. 

 

"Who would see? I live alone up on
this floor."

 

 

Again we started kissing, practically
tripping over each other as we staggered down the narrow hallway. He tugged out
a set of keys and unlocked the door, all the while still attacking my lips with
kisses. I didn't even get to see what his apartment looked like as we made our
way inside. He kicked the door shut behind us, nudging me into what I assumed
was his living room, since I fell back on what felt like a couch, but the he
was on top of me, tearing at my clothes. Of course, I was guilty of the same
thing, wanting to feel his rock hard abs beneath my fingertips. Clothing flew
everywhere, and suddenly we were naked and rolling around on the floor.
Everything was heated, and my vision was blurred with lust. His fingers
intruded inside my pants for a second time as he wrapped them around my already
hard cock.

 

 

"You're so ready for me,
Rich."

 

 

"Then do it."

 

 

I couldn't believe my own words, but he
didn't need a second invitation. Rolling me onto my back, he grabbed my ankles
firmly and raised them up to rest on his shoulders. I felt the tip of his shaft
against my entrance, and all I knew at that moment was I wanted him to fill me
up until I was screaming his name. Gradually he slipped in, and I bit my lip,
squeezing my eyes shut. 
He's huge!

 

 

Seeming to sense my discomfort he slowed
his invasion, pressing kisses to each of my closed eyelids. Gradually I
relaxed, and he slipped inside me until our hips met, and he was fully
sheathed. He rested again to allow me time to adjust before pulling himself
slowly back out. His head remained inside me.

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