"I'm not going to let you suck his cock!" I screamed and instantly felt bad about blowing up on Lindsay. She was a sweet girl, usually very prim and proper, and we had been going out for almost a year now. "I don't need the promotion that badly." My voice was less than convincing. I looked around at our meager apartment and our few possessions.
She flashed her bright smile and slid the blond hair that was in her bleu eyes around her ears. Her smile always pulled at my heart and there was no way I could fight its warm tug. I pulled her against me, feeling her soft breasts against my chest. Our lips met in a gentle embrace.
"I know. I'm sorry for even suggesting it." She began, her head resting on my chest. "It's just sometimes I get so desperate. We're barely scraping by as it is. I know it's wrong, but maybe one sin can bring about a better future for the both of us."
She was of course referring to my boss. An elderly pervert who only gave out promotions to the full-breasted women I worked with. Mr. Ed Creely was his name.
I had to admit that she was right of course, and her offer was tempting. But, how could I watch her being used by an old man she never knew? More to the point would she be able to satisfy his lust? Lindsay was good-looking, attractive in a natural way, but she wasn't very experienced sexually. We had grown up together and I was her first boyfriend. We had stumbled our way through first and second base during our relatively short romantic relationship. I never really wanted to push her past her limits for fear of scaring her away.
Yet here she was standing in front of me, putting her body on the line for a small pay raise. She was built petite, 5'6, maybe just over a hundred pounds, long blond hair and blue eyes with perky round breasts that fit wonderfully inside my palms. Her greatest asset was in fact her amazingly shaped little ass that perfectly filled out a pair of tight jeans.
"You're right." I said at last, not really sure what to say. Not even sure if I meant it. The thought of my aged old boss, somewhere in his mid-forties using my twenty-year-old girlfriend as a fuck toy was suddenly extremely erotic. With a nervous laugh I joked, "You weren't serious... I mean about giving him a blow job... were you?" I had to see if she would actually give into my newest dark desire.
She too laughed nervously and I could see her cheeks turning a pinkish red. "Well... sure I suppose so if you wanted me to I would do it. What's one blow job compared to a better future?" I loved how self-sacrificing, and even naΓ―ve she could be. To find a woman like that was a rare gift.
I couldn't believe how genuine and sincere she was. Deep down there was a part of me that wanted to destroy her innocence, to watch her give in to passion, to ... to.... My cheeks grew into a fake embarrassed grin, "Really?" I said, acting as best I could, "I mean, what if he wanted more?"
Lindsay shivered with what I could only assume was surprise. "You know that I would do anything for you if I thought that it could better our life." The sweetest smile burned into my evil heart.
"Well let's hope it doesn't come to that." I lied. "I wont force you to do anything, though he'll be here any minute either way." I watched Lindsay disappear into our room hopefully to change into something sexy.
With her out of the room I sat back on my couch, taking a deep breath, not knowing what to expect. I couldn't ignore a dark desire to watch her with an older man, but at the same time I didn't want to scare her away from sex all together before I had my chance. Even as I lay back gently rubbing my soft cock, imagining this newest fantasy, there came a loud knock on the door.
I leapt to my feet. Expecting my boss's stern face to be glaring back at me once I opened the door I was shocked to find my grandfather and cousin on the other side.
"Hhheeeyyy there little buddy!" My cousin Eric said, roughly punching me in the shoulder and gut. Before I could react both older men invited themselves inside. "I told you he'd be here." He said to my grandfather. Eric was nearly five years my senior, mid-twenties, a football player in his younger years and professionally unemployed now as far as I knew. He had that whole jock look that nerds like I could only dream of attaining.
"Don't you listen to your phone messages?" Asked my grandfather who was pushing seventy years old. He wore old man pants, too small slacks, which struggled to hold in his creeping beer belly. He looked young for his age, sure, but he was still old. Thick glasses sat atop his bulbous nose and the missing hair on his head seemed to be escaping through his ears and nostrils. I gave him a firm handshake and he pulled me into an uncomfortable hug.
"What are you guys doing here? I haven't seen you since Christmas." I was sure they could sense the nervousness coursing through my body from the tone of my voice. I had to admit that this meeting was not on the top of my list of things to do even at the best of times. From the moment they stepped through that door I thought only of Lindsay and my shattered dreams of watching her with my boss.
"We were in the neighborhood and thought we'd catch up with our favorite young relation." Eric said from the kitchen, helping himself to a beer.
"What he means is he lost all of our money at a strip club last night and we need a place to crash for a little while." My grandfather corrected. "I assume that couch folds out?"
"You guys can't stay here! I have my boss coming over any minute now and you'll ruin everything!" My desperate plea was lost on the two other men who took up residence in my small living room.
"Would you relax, you make it sound like a hot date or something." Said Eric, now sitting beside me on the couch. As if on cue Lindsay stepped into the room.
There she stood wearing a tiny black skirt that was cut dangerously high on her thigh. The last time I saw her wear anything that risky was Halloween, the same skirt from her little devil costume. She also wore a tight red halter that tied around her smooth neck. Her shoulders and back were mostly bare, her hair was tied up in a long blond pony tail. I saw my cousin and grandfather looking with aw at my catholic schoolgirl in slut's clothing.
What happened next took me by complete surprise!
As I sat there, stunned beyond intelligent vocalization, Lindsay closed the gap between us and curled up on my grandfather's lap. "You must be Mr. Creely." She said in a soft seductive tone. She was so small, sitting there like a sexy cat.
My jaw hit the floor. How could I ever explain this to my relatives? Word would spread through my family about the sick way I use my girlfriends to get ahead in life. I vaguely remember trying to tell her that this was in fact my grandfather, not my sex-crazed employer, but Eric covered my mouth with a big sweaty hand. I half expected my grandfather to throw her off him, and go over the immorality of sexuality. But then I guess I didn't know my grandfather as well as I thought.
Frank, my grandfather nodded with a satisfied looking grin playing about his lips. I watched in horror as his hands slowly rubbed her hips and ass, growing more intense every second. Lindsay began to respond, thinking this was her chance to earn me the raise we had been waiting for. I could see by the way her body was tensing up that she was uncomfortable, but she continued to do as she thought I expected β smiling, giggling and softly returning my grandfather's kisses.
Eric was nearly in hysterics, unable to believe what was going on. I could tell the pair were making small talk, but to me their mouths moved without a sound. My mind raced with thoughts of embarrassing family reunions. What would they think of me once they found out about my personal life? At the same time I was torn between extreme jealousy and a morbid fascination, mixed with a heavy dose of erotic lust.
Every so often Lindsay's innocent blue eyes would lock with mine as if to seek reassurance and I assume the lust she saw there was all the encouragement she needed. She continued her make out session with my grandfather, and I could see he was offering no resistance. Frank's tongue danced around hers even as his grandsons watched on.
My grandfather's wrinkled hands slid under Lindsay's short skirt, cupping her bare curves. The view he afforded us with his groping showed unmistakably the black thong panties my girlfriend wore.
Every few minutes Lindsay would pull away, or try to slow his mounting assault but Frank always pulled her back for more and I watched as her resistance dissipated by his experienced hands.