Amy's Adventure

As a 20-year-old college dropout, you'd think I would have figured out that working at a dead-in job with no prospects of going higher in the career field that is a coffee shop barista that it would kick my ass into gear to move out of my parent's house...

Clearly not. I would like to start by saying, I didn't drop out due to negligence on my part of the academic side. I just have a thing for older men with authority. Not a shameful thing by any means, except when the older man with authority is married. Now, I know what you're thinking, and no, I didn't know he was married. While I have absolutely no shame in my sexual appetite and needs, I am no homewrecker. A well-mannered slut, yes, but not a homewrecker. Long story short, the wife found the videos of her cheating, lying husband blowing his load down my throat under his desk in his office... while he was giving an online lecture to a class. She was pissed, to say the least, rightfully so.

Anyways, she informed the dean, shared the video, got her husband fired, and me expelled. I tried to take a stand and say I didn't know he was married, but no one ever believes in the girl that just wanted to get her pussy filled and earn some extra credit in the process. Again, I get it, it just sucks, and I still reserve my right to bitch and complain about it.

Fortunately, my parents think that the Professor Big Cock influenced their little girl and accepted me back with open arms. I get to stay here rent-free for a year and save up, then I have to start either finding a place on my own or go back to a different university. I don't think university is going to be an option though, I would assume that after my antics that I'm on some kind of list of "do not accept into your school".

I'm staring at the ceiling of my childhood room waiting for my alarm to go off on my phone so I can get up and get dressed for work. At 7:30 am on the dot the blaring of a horn on my phone signals that I need to get my ass up and shower. I get out of bed, slide my pink, fuzzy slipper on with my thin bathrobe, and head downstairs to make a cup of coffee. As I start up the fancy expresso machine and get out all my ingredients to make my brown sugar latte, I hear a throat-clear behind me.

"Holy fuck!" I squeal, nearly jumping out of my skin.

"Sorry! I assumed when Jerry said I could use his office for a couple of days that I would be here alone since he and Susan both work until 7 pm. " He stammers out.

I put my hand over my chest, trying to calm my breathing,

"Can I ask who the fuck you are?" I choke out because no one said shit to me about anyone borrowing Dad's office for a couple of days.

"Oh, right. I'm Scott. I'm your dad's partner at the firm, there was flooding at my apartment so Jerry said I could use the office for a couple of days while I work on a case." Scott says calmly, holding his hand out for me.

"Why couldn't you use your office at work?" I ask defensively.

Scott almost sheepishly replies, " The office is undergoing a software update as well as a lot of other maintenance updates structurally. I could use my wife's home office, but considering the ongoing problems we have, it's not ideal." It's kind of cute how the tops of his ears turn red. He is a grown man, who I would guess is around 50 years old. I also look nonjudgmentally at him now that I know who he is and why he's here. He's got salt and pepper hair, short on the sides and a little longer up top neatly styled in a "devil may care" sort of way, and a nicely kept beard, he looks like he works out considering how well he fills out that black Armani suit. His eyes are also a deep blue, so deep it rivals the ocean's depth. He's rather attractive if I were his assistant I would have a crush too. And by "crush" I mean I would swallow his cum daily in his office, so same thing.

I reach my hand out and give him a firm shake, making my braless c-cup tits jiggle slightly.

"I'm Amy, sorry to be hostile. No one said anything to me, or I would've been more prepared. To make up for it, please let me make you a latte as a peace offering." He smiles at me and nods. I turn around and grab a mug from the cabinet and get to work on a cinnamon latte for him. He seems like the type of man who likes sweet flavors. I top both of ours off with some whipped cream and pass him his drink.

I moan as I take the first sip of my cup. "Fuck that's good. Caffeine is the cure to everything, cannot tell me otherwise."

He chuckles and stares at me a little longer then proceeds to drink, "Wow, shit, that is tasty."

I smile and give him a haughty look, " I know, I may not do much right, but lattes? I was born for that. I figured you liked sweet too, I have a gift." I say proudly, puffing my chest out.

He looks directly at my chest, licking the whipped topping off his lips. The act sent a fire between my legs.

Oh, shit. I've been so good the past couple of months, no dating app hookups, no fucking someone in a dive bar bathroom, just toys and porn. Lots of porn.

I think to myself.

He also my works with my dad, so that's going to be going to be a problem. For fucks sake, all he did was look at my chest that I made it more noticeable, let's not jump the gun, Amy. Wait, didn't he say wife??

"

Ongoing problems with your wife? "

I ask.

His eyes go straight back to mine like a bolt of lightning just struck him.

"Sorry, I'm nosy, you don't have to tell me, after all, I'm just a stranger." I joke half-assed.

"You're not a stranger, Amy. I've been around everyone since you were little. Granted. I haven't seen you since you were like 10, maybe? Maybe one other time when you were out of high school before the firm really took off, we were all at a restaurant celebrating. Jerry, Susan, you, me, and my wife Hillary. I should say ex-wife since she served me up with divorce papers four months ago." He responds. I vaguely remember him when I was little, I was always outside with friends. My parents always had people over. The restaurant, however, I remember but not for that dinner.

That was the night I lost my virginity to one of the bartenders. I thought I was so cool, I brought in a shitty fake ID so that I could get a martini. God only knows why I chose that drink, must've seen it in a movie. The guy took one look at my ID, I made sure to push my perky tits together and lean over the counter to emphasize them, and he raised an eyebrow at me.

"This is the worst ID I've ever seen in my life. How old are you, really? And don't lie, I don't want to cause a bigger problem than you already are in."

I pouted "I'm 20, but I'll be 21 tomorrow!" I stuck out my bottom lip and made my brown eye go huge with innocence." He definitely didn't buy that and just stared at me.

"Fine, I'm 19. You don't even have to get me the same amount of alcohol that you give everyone else though! I'll take like half of that." I begged.

He laughed at me "Got caught, still lied to me when I tried to be cool with you, and still tried to break the rules? Come to the back, your ID is going on the wall of shame next to a picture of you, it's what we do whenever we have ballsy people try this." I stared at him, open-mouthed, in shock. "The office?? I can't, my parents will know I'm missing for that long." I stammered.

"

Well, you better come on then. It's this or the cops." He stared down at me. That look he gave me, that's when I think the authority kink of mine really hit me. I clenched my legs together tighter in the seat across from him and my nipples hardened to stones.

"Fine." I humphed out and followed him to the back. The tight black polo with the grey slacks he wore as his uniform was doing him wonders from the back. I bit my lip watching him lead me to the back office. He opened the door with a key from his back pocket and unlocked the door. Fuck, I thought to myself, his hands were hot too. His arms and hands were strong and veiny, and his fingers for some reason I wanted to be shoved in my aching hole.

"Hurry up, don't want your family to know you're gone that long." He opened the door and pointed to the chair for me to sit. I watched him hang my fake ID up on the wall with the others, my face turned red, I really thought I thought it was good. Turns out the blowjob I gave for it was for nothing. I sat in the chair crossing and uncrossing my legs, trying to relieve the pressure between my legs.

"

I'll do you a solid, I won't take your photo. You'll sign this form saying you won't come back to the bar until you are of legal drinking age." I blinked, that doesn't seem so bad. I signed the dotted line with a flourish and slid it back to him.

"That's it?" I ask, the air seeming to get thicker, my tongue dryer.

"

Sure," He said with a wink. A wink that went straight to my clit. I bit my lip and went to go leave, I would have to go to the lady's room for a quick rub. As I made it to the door, I felt his hand pull my hair by the back of my head and painfully arch my back toward him.

"You think that would really be it? You came here with the intent to break the law, lied when I asked you to tell me the truth, and then still begged for me to break the rules for you?" He snarled in my ear, his hot breath on my neck sending shivers down my back. His free hand smacked my ass twice, sending a loud crack through the room. I moaned, "Shit!".

He chuckled low, pulling my red dress up over my ass, revealing the black thong. "I would like to think you wore this with the idea of getting me to give you a drink, but with how much your pussy is dripping onto the floor, I know that's not true. You're just a dirty slut looking for attention." SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. "Oh fuck, yes." He says as I squeal and moan for him more. The doorknob settling between my thighs from the way I'm having to arch my back relieves a lot of pressure on my aching clit. If he keeps going I will come right here. I turn my neck as much as I'm able to and move some of my long, brown hair off my shoulder to grin at him.

"Oh no actually did want the drink, but if you can make me cum harder than the guy I sucked to get me that ID I'll take that too." I grind against his hand and the door knob, so close already. I've shoved toys and fingers up myself, but never a nice hard cock, the guy from yesterday made me cum with his tongue though and I will be repeating that.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. "Knew you were a whore. A fucking cock teasing whore." Between him smacking my ass, my doorknob to my clit, dirty talk, and the way that the window to the office door I'm against can have me see shadows walking by... I'm done for. I see stars before the third smack of my ass, I moan, squeal, and shake bucking against the door and him. "I'm cummmiiiinnng, don't stop, please, please." I take my heavy tits out of my dress and press them against the cold glass of the door. He yanks my thong down around my ankles and brings both of his hands around my throat. "Good girl, good dirty girl. You did such a good fucking job coming like that for me, getting your whore hole ready and wet for me." He leans forward and sinks his teeth in my neck at the same time he thrusts all the way into my pussy. The pain from not warming up to choking me, his filthy words almost have me going off again.

"We have to be quick, slut. You still have that family dinner to finish, you have to be quiet though. Do you want everyone going to the bathroom to know that some dirty whore like you is getting railed by a stranger across the hall from them?" My insides clench up at the possibility of that last part happening, his heavy balls slapping my clit from this angle with his cock stretching me and hitting the one spot I've only been able to reach myself twice. My left-hand reaches down to circle my clit while my right one pinches my nipple.

"Harder, faster! Come on, give it to me. Give me that big fucking cock of yours. Ram it in my virgin pussy. Be the first cock to fill my dirty hole with cum. I want to be leaking your hot fucking cum when I sit down at that fucking table." One of his hands stays on my throat, squeezing harder while the other slaps my cheek and covers my mouth. "Didn't I tell you to shut the fuck up? I'll give you my cum when I say I fucking give it to you. I'm going to ruin this fucking cunt for you. I'm going to make the biggest mess of you and you're going to fucking like it. Slap that pussy for me, whore. Slap that fucking soaking mess of a pussy right fucking now." I slap my clit, thrusting back against him, loving this feeling of being used. He slows down fucking me when someone walks across the hall to the restroom, causing me to whine and groan. "Shut up, you don't want to get caught do you?" I move against him, thrusting my hips back, riding his cock. "I'm so fucking close, it's dark out there and the glass is tinted. They can't fucking see. So fucking use me. Ram your fucking cock in me, or are you going to bitch out now that someone might hear you fucking a whore across the hall?" My words had the trick that it needed, he slams me up against the door, to hell with the person out there. He takes both hands and puts two fingers on each side of my mouth, stretching it wide. My tongue rests against the glass, my tits bouncing back and forth on the door, my eyes start to roll but then someone gets close to the door as they exit the bathroom and just stops to listen in. Even though I know the outside can only barely see in, I know they can hear me getting fucked that only makes things better for me. He reaches one hand down and flicks my clit twice, and I'm done for.

"Oooooohhhh fucccckkk yessss!!! Don't you fucking stop, cum in me, cum in meeeeeeee!! Fuck this tight, hot pussy. YES, YES, YES!!!!!" I scream as he fucks me with abandon. I feel my juices down my leg as his movements get sloppy.

"I have an IUD," I whisper to him, really wanting to feel his cum shoot inside me. That's all he needed to hear from me as he takes my hips and slams me once, twice, three times against the hard door and empties inside me and I still stare at the shadow of the person across the hall. "Fuck yes, such a good fucking whore taking my cum like that." He kisses my neck and eases out of me. I stand there breathing heavily watching the person leave and close my eyes. "That was so fucking hot," I say as I hear a camera click behind me. I pull my useless thong up and turn around. "For my memories." He smiles and puts his phone away. He fixes the mascara smear under my eye, fixes my dress, and smoothes my hair down. "Like nothing ever happened." Gives my ass a little pat and then escorts me out, where I go to join the table as if I'm not leaking cum into the chair.

Scott cleared his throat.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I zoned out, not enough coffee." I joke "Sorry about the divorce too. That's got to be a bummer."

He laughs "Yeah, a real bummer. No, the real bummer is when I came home to her fucking my brother." He jokes bitterly. I choke on my coffee, sputtering some on myself and the counter. Scott gets up from the kitchen island to pat my back. "Are you okay?" He asks me.

I finally catch my breath, " No I'm fine, just wasn't expecting that answer." I chuckle with a hand on my chest. Then realize that my chest was wet and I made a mess on the counter. I quickly grab paper towels from the holder.

"No it's my fault, I'll clean it." Scott says genuinely. He takes the paper towels from me, and frantically cleans the table and the little bit on the floor. "You didn't have to do that, I'm the one that can't breathe and drink at the same time." I joke. He throws the soiled towels away and then gets two more to pat my chest down with. I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Oh shit, sorry I just got carried away with the mess I caused And I don't know, fuck, I'm sorry!" He puts his hands up defensively. I smile at him, he's cute when he's flustered.

"No apology needed, I'm never sorry when an attractive man's hands are on my chest." I joke to ease his worry and finish patting myself dry. The liquid making my already thin, pink pjs borderline see-through. I go around him to toss them in the trash, his body heat making my nipples stand out more from the attraction I found, the restaurant memories, and now the wet shirt and robe.

He smiles at me, showing two dimples with his perfect white teeth.

Fuck, as if I didn't have enough reason to want to fuck the man. He's got dimples.

"Well, then I rescind my apology for the last part. I did get carried away, but I'm not sorry for touching a beautiful chest." I blush.

Okay, now he's being sweet too?

"Beautiful, huh?" I joke.

"Oh yeah, to be this early in the morning? You're fucking breathtaking." Well, shit. That settles it. I get closer to him, stand on my tiptoes,

because seriously the man is almost 6'5 at least and I'm 5'10,

and whisper in his ear. "Well, I happen to be wet in other places if you want to clean that up too?"

I stand in front of him, biting my full bottom lip, untying my thin robe, taking his firm hand, and placing it on my silk-covered ass hoping he'll take my invitation. His eyes darken from the deep blue to the dark trenches of the ocean floor, his right hand gives my ass check a hard squeeze causing me to gasp. "Are you sure?" This fucking man has me practically begging for him and still asks me for consent. I think I'm in love.

I beam a smile at him, nod, and reach up to kiss this hot, considerate man. I place my lips on him, his stubble feeling so soft against me, his lips part letting our tongues swirl and play, I moan.

"Take off your clothes. Now." His voice goes two octaves deeper, I bite his lip and slide off my clothes. I don't sleep in underwear since I already have the pjs so I stand in front of the man stark naked. He gazes at me, licking his lips as if he would devour me.

God, I fucking hope so.

His eyes go from the top of my head, my dark brown eyes, long brown hair with subtle highlights, cute nose, slight freckles on my cheeks, full pink lips, neck, full heavy breast, slightly chubby (in my opinion) stomach, shaved pussy, and toned tan legs.

"Get on the counter." Because I'm not a dumbass, I climb on the counter and spread my legs while I rest on my elbows.

"Oh, such a good girl. Already knows what to do for me." I grin at the thrill of the praise, somehow spreading my legs wider at the sight of this hot as fuck older man leaning down between my legs. He gets close to my pussy and takes a deep breath. "You smell like heaven wrapped up in a sinful package." I blush at the compliment and start to play with my nipples.

"There you go, baby. Show me how you play with your pretty tits." I twist and pinch my nipples, whimpering slightly. I like pain with my pleasure.

He kisses my inner thigh, running his tongue in circles, driving me crazy. I grab the back of his head and urge him to wear I need him.

"What do you want from me? Tell Daddy what his pussy wants him to do?" Oh, now that's fucking hot.

"I want you to lick and suck on my clit until I cover your mouth in cum." I say with my chest heaving, my breathing fast. Scott grins at me and dives in like it's his last meal. His mouth locked onto my clit as he flicks his tongue across it. He takes two fingers inside my pussy and crooks the up hitting my g spot on the first try. I moan and moan loudly, arching up towards him. He rams a third finger inside me, the wet squelching noise of me filling up the kitchen. Then he bites on my clit at the same time he sucks like a vacuum hose and I see stars.

"Ohhhh, fuck! Yes, Daddy yes yes yes!" My legs shake and then he takes his mouth off of my clit and slaps it. I jerk and moan louder, his fingers going in and out, ramming harder into my pussy, my walls squeezing his fingers as my toes continue to curl.