Cum n' shorts

2. Becoming the Billionaire's Sex Toy

Waitress, Fingering, Orgasm, Consensual sex, Standing, Uniform

Flakeland is a small town with only a few opportunities. And I am just a small-town girl with a dream far beyond my years. An ambition that got more attention than I imagined.

Mr. Caleb Johansson. A man of intense authoritative vibe and zero records. Definately the richest man to ever grace Flakeland and arguably among the wealthiest in the State.

And yet, all anyone in town knows about him is how much he loves his morning coffee from the local coffee shop.

Why not just hire an expert to brew his coffee? No one knows.

It's been over twelve hours and I still can't point my finger at exactly what got the aristocrat's attention. Even as I'm standing at the Johansson Villa - high up in the outskirts of the Town - I still can't say what I am doing here still dressed in Long Jon coffee shop waiter's attire:

A black button-up shirt tucked into a pleated short wine skirt with a brown waist apron tried around my waist. Complete with a fashionable bowtie.

My name is Ezra Moore, 5ft 4" petite frame with a shape that suits my stature perfectly. My boobs are not big, they are just a handful and my hips are not wonderful either. In fact, I am as average as average can be.

Yet, I caught his attention. How?

<<< Thunderclap! >>>

I flinched at the sudden Kaboom of thunder and it brought me back to the here and now.

The creepy feel of the dark mansion without a single light on, the chill from the night breeze that tastes like rain, and the fleeting excitement of having been invited.

Even still, I'm not too sure I why I came.

Nonetheless, I took a step forward. And then another. Before I can truly form a real thought, I'm already standing two feet away from the front door.

There is no doorbell.

- What kind of a mansion doesn't have a doorbell -

I barely finished the thought when the door swung open and a familiar wrinkled old face greeted me with its usual smug. Sir Driptz.

He is the only person that is ever allowed to get within a foot distance of Mr Caleb. He is the one who drives a Subaru Crosstrek to pick up a special order for Mr Caleb every morning. And he was the one who walked into Long Jon coffee shop to hand me a handwritten note this morning.

The note was simple;

come to the mansion - 9 pm

don't change!

"Good," Sir Driptz said after looking me up and down. I wasn't sure why I was invited, and I'm not sure what to say now.

I open my mouth to introduce myself, but Sir Driptz beat me to it;

"He is expecting you."

With that, the old butler/assistant stepped aside and opened the door wider, ushering me in.

<<< Thunderclap! >>>

I flinched at the thunder and quickly stepped into the mansion on instinct.

"Take off your shoes." Sir Driptz said coldly. He closed the door behind me and walked down a hallway with a silent command to follow him. I did, and I must say I have never seen such wealth in my life.

I followed Sir Driptz and forked to the right to enter a dimly lit silent sitting area...more like an expensive hotel lounge I've seen in movies.

As soon as she walked in, Sir Driptz turned around and left the room without a word. I'm not sure if I should follow him, but I decided to stay put and explore the room with my eyes.

The obvious thing that caught my attention was the fireplace sitting arrangement situated right in front of me. With its heat removing the last of the chill I was feeling.

A ruby red fur rug spread past the arched doorway to my left and as far as the curtained walls. With an expensive-looking three-settee sofa placed behind a sparkling diamond table.

Smooth Jazz was playing from somewhere in the background and all I could do was drink the diamonds in with my eyes and wiggle my toes in the fur rug.

"Like what you see?" A voice said from my right-hand side. I quickly turn only to see Mr Caleb sitting on a one-settee couch, staring into a glass of wine that seems to glow under the dimly lit artificial nightlight.

"I bet you do." He said smirking.

I took a step but then decided against going further.

The room is too dimly lit and all I can see is his white shirt and a hint of dark trousers. There is another one-settee couch between us so I can't tell if he has any shoes on.

"Come here." The command was firm. I don't like to be ordered around, but he is Mr Caleb and I don't want to mess up my opportunity at something better than a coffee waiter.

I moved closer to him and stopped behind the second one-settee couch. But he motioned for me to come closer as he sipped from his wine.

I walked around the couch and stopped beside the plain glass center table about five feet still in between us. He gulp the remainder of his wine;

"I assume you know me." He said with a level tone.

I nodded, but then quickly decided to stop being timid and grasp my opportunity...whatever it may be.

"You are Mr. Caleb Johansson, vice president of Delmont and Co. You came into Flakeland two months ago." I said, trying to match his tone.

"And do you know why you are here?" He asked, standing up and taking a step closer to me.

I'm no coward, but I'm intimidated by this man. His confidence, his wealth, and just look at his body language. It's as though he owns the world. He took the third step and I instinctively backed up.

"You didn't answer me." He said, "Do you know why you are here?"

"I..."

I swallowed. Of course, I have no idea why a billionaire heir would invite a coffee waiter to his mansion. Specifically telling her not to change.

"Uhm!?"

He takes another step and I find myself changing direction to my right thinking he would go past me. But no, he followed suit.

"I...uhm... I. I must have c-caught your attention somehow?" I said retreating as he took casual steps towards me.

"Uhm...! Funny." He paused in his tracks and I found myself in need to put distance between us. Except, my back is already to the wall.

"You did get my attention," He said, "I can see your ambition."

"What?"

"You are an ambitious little bitch, aren't you?"

I know I am. I've always known I'm, but no one ever confronted me about it like it's a crime to be ambitious. I don't even know what to say and all I can do is blink nervously.

"And I like it," He stepped closer, closer until I could smell the faint scent of orange and alcohol on him.

I still don't know what's going on and I'm just going with the flow. But I'm starting to think this will end with him fucking me.

I looked into his eyes and the blackness seemed almost evil. As though on cue, he grabbed my waist with his left hand and pulled me off the wall.

And I have to say, his touch sent shivers up and down my entire body. I didn't resist.

Our eyes are locked and I can feel a budge pressed hard against my lower abdomen as he takes another step forward to pin me to the wall. He leaned in slowly until his lips were brushing mine. My boobs smushed against his chest and my back ached backward as he pressed his dick against me.

I want to kiss him. I want to kiss him so bad. And I tried to, but he moved back, making me lean forward in an attempt to catch his lips in mine.

My eyes came open when I couldn't catch his lips. I didn't even know I had closed my eyes.

I was still blinking in confused lust when he leaned in again and attacked my neck with a passionate-aggressive suckle.

A moan escaped my lips and my eyes fell close as he planted kisses up and down the length of my neck. His hands moved; expertly removing my bowtie and two seconds later - or maybe more - my shirt is already halfway unbuttoned with his left hand squeezing my boobs…

“Ahnn…!”

…His free hand on my ass, and his lips trailing kisses from my collarbone to my shoulder and back to my throat.

I didn't even know when my fingers went to grab his hair, and neither did I notice when he picked my left leg up to his waist and my free hand went over his shoulder.

Maybe I always had a crush on him - which is very unlikely. Or maybe he is just too commanding to refuse. Or maybe it's because he is a wealthy handsome young man.

I don't know exactly why I'm not throwing a fit for having a stranger smooch and rizz me. Okay, he is not totally a stranger, but then again all I know about him are the things bloggers say about him on the internet. He is a total mystery.

Nonetheless, I'm wet and he knows it.

He dropped my thigh and didn't waste a bit to go under my skirt to feel my wetness. I bite down on my lip and tried to keep from shuddering as he kissed my neck and rubbed my pussy lips in small circles. Further spreading my juice all over my panties.

He is an expert. This is not his first time and he used his expertise on me. I didn't even notice he had pulled my boobs out of my bra.

He alternated between squeezing my boobs and pinching my nipples a little harder than my ex boyfriend used to. Kissing the length of my throat and rubbing my pussy slowly up and down as though enjoying how hard I'm holding his hair or how much I rely on the wall to hold me up.

He started increasing his speed. And ten seconds later I am moaning uncontrollably as his finger penetrated deep inside. Rubbing my pussy and moving in and out at a pace I thought only vibrators can achieve.

I don't know exactly how big the mansion is, but I'm sure Sir Driptz can hear me moan. And I don't care…

These fingers are doing magic to me and I love it. Nothing seemed as important as the speed he was moving. And he didn't slow.

But then, all out of the blue, he removed his attention from my pussy making me let out an involuntary moan of longing.

It was short-lived though.

My eyes were closed and I didn't see it until he landed a slap directly on my pussy.

"Ahhh….fuck!" I screamed in pain but my pussy told another story as a massive wave of orgasm hit me.

I wanted to curl up in pain and pleasure and bliss, but Mr. Caleb held me up and yanked my panties to the right as a stream of cum squirted out of me.

“Ugh..!”

I thought it would end in a second, but then I felt another slap land directly on my pussy. this one gentle and yet firm.

"Like it…?" My eyes are closed, but I could imagine him smirk as I shudder in bliss.

And all I can do is moan;

"Shit...Y-yes...please."

My orgasm is at its peak and my toes curl in ecstasy.

Another slap and then three more; I cummed so hard all over, I could swear I went unconscious.

Actually, I think I did go unconscious. Or maybe not.

He pilled me off the wall and let me fall on the couch he had just vacated; huffing, heaving, and dripping in sweat and my own juice.

My shirt is ruffled, my bra is out of place, my panties are soaked wet and out of position, and the only reason my pussy is not in view is cause my skirt is a free one and wouldn't stay out of place.

I don't even know if my apron is still in place, all I can do is take in heavy breaths as I try to stay conscious. And all Mr Arrogant has to say;

"Now, do you know why you are here?”

3. Reunion With My Homeroom Teacher

Exhibitionist, Hardcore, Creampie, Horny girl, Missionary, Staircase, Clothed sex, One time off, Age gap, Old male-female, Cab driver, Reunion, Rekindled list, Snippet of a longer erotic novel.

(The fun starts at the middle... Arousing reading 😊)

<<< Stella >>>

This is my first time in a situation like this.

Angry godmother-type across the bar scowling at me. Crime boss smiling sweetly. About two dozen redheads glaring as if to remind me I'm small and petite.

And every time my eyes dart over to Damien, casually leaning on the wall behind everyone - eating an apple with a knife.

I feel even more pressured to get myself disentangled from this mess.

Worse, everything Ms Deet asked me felt like foreplay before the torture begins.. Especially when she asked about Damien's visit 2 days ago.

I didn't even know when I started spouting out everything I knew, saw, felt, and did. Everything I told the cops, and everything that happened with Damien. But, I didn't dare mention the nudity or the arousal.

Still, I'm scared out of my mind.

"Chill girl," She finally cut me off, "I believe you."

"Oh my God, thank you," I said with a heavy sigh, picking up my beer. I gulped down almost half its content in one go.

"While I don't trust my Dee hanging out with pretty girls like you," Ms Deet said with a smile that's obviously a mask, "I've to admit I'm grateful you walked in on him that night."

"Wait, what?"

"You see, Silco practically does everything for his kid brother," She said, "guess who was among the boys Dee took out?"

'Oh shit,' I thought as I realized I'm now Silco's only lead to finding his brother's killer. I'm a threat to keeping that secret safe. And when the assured gang war starts, guess who's going to be in the middle of it all.

"Silco is losing himself, you know," Ms Deet said, bringing me back to the pub. I quickly interjected before she said something else.

"With all due respect, Ms Deet," I said, "all of this is none of m..."

"Here's what you'll do," She cut me off with a casual tone, "Dee will catch you up with the when and how, and show you the where. You'll lure..."

"Whoa whoa whoa," I snapped out of my seat, backing away from Ms Deet.

"Lemme just stop you right there," I said, "what do I look like to you? An undercover super spy from space?"

"I'm a fucking waitress! All I want to do is enjoy the rest of my day off, get drunk, get laid... Most importantly, get laid like a lot. I don't want anything else from life. Maybe a less stressful boss, but that's just it."

"I can't do whatever is on your mind... I won't!"

For the next minute, everyone remained so silent that all I could hear was my hammering heartbeat. And then, they all bust out laughing.

And as irritating as it is, I don't dare snap at them.

Damien isn't laughing, though.

His eyes are on me, and his expression is hard to read. Honestly? I can't really say I know...like truly know who Damien is.

Is he enjoying my embarrassment? Is he thinking about me like I'm thinking about him?

He did say he likes me and would like to fuck...

'Oh good Lord, seriously?'

"Damn, I knew I liked you," Ms Deet said, finally getting her laugh under control.

Oh, and yes, I feel like shit.

"Ahh, good laugh. Good laugh," She laughed,

"Now, back to your assignment. You'll lure Silco away from his gang and help me take over his territories."

"Like I said, you answer to Dee now. He'll direct you on getting things done. I hope you don't disappoint me cause..." Ms Deet smiled even more sweetly.

Seriously, she's more scary when she smiles. And that's not cause she isn't pretty.

She stands up and taps my cheek softly,

"Get your head in the game, girl," She said casually, "You're practically Bloodhound now."

With that, she turned to leave, but then,

"Oh, and try not to look at my Dee like that. I know he is hot, but keep your paws to yourself. Got it?"

A prang of dread dropped in me and I nodded like a good girl.

Ms Deet smiled and disappeared around a corner with most of the gang members on her tail.

The others went about what they were doing; some of them went back to poker while others occupied the pool table. All except Damien;

"Hope you've gotten over your head," He said, walking up to me with his usual charming smile.

"Good," He said, before I could respond, "because you and I will be meeting up very often."

"Save my number, I hate my texts not getting replies."

I left Trinity's pub with two things on my mind; I have to avoid Silco's gang at all cost and I need to get over my arousal.

Damien wasn't standing that close to me, but he was close enough to make me flashback to our first encounter.

And even now that I'm pacing aimlessly down the street with no destination in mind, even with Ms Deet's open threat ringing in my head.

I still want him.

'Or maybe I just need to get seriously fucked,' I thought to myself as I fished my phone out. Thinking of the only one person I could trust to set me up for some good sex.

She picked almost immediately,

"Hey girl, wassup," Charlie said unusually cheerful.

I scoffed but then I stopped.

Like, how am I supposed to tell her what's going on with me?

How do I tell her Ms Deet has her claws in me and I can't stop fantasizing about her boyfriend?

Heck, how do I tell her I fucked Jace?

"Stella, are you there?"

I let out a sigh;

"Come on, girl, talk to Mama. What's up?"

"I er..." I trialled off and then let out another sigh.

"I need to get seriously fucked, Charlie. I'm... Like, I... I'm fucking high."

Charlie went silent.

Normally, she'd start listing all potential candidates. But of course, she can see right through me even when she can't see me.

"This is about..." She paused. I heard a shuffle before she talked again, "This is about the murders, isn't it? Something happened that got you so weird, didn't it?"

"Let's just say I saw someone I never expected and... He... I can't stop thinking about him."

"Okay, so..." Charlie trailed off, "like, how bad is this?"

"He has a very terrifying girlfriend and he has a very good reason to kill me," I didn't stop there.

I went on and on counting off all the reasons why I need to cure the itch in my pussy and the void space that I feel only Damien can fill.

Of course, I didn't mention anything about the Bloodhound or state any names. But Charlie got the gist and sure enough, she's got the right-sized-dick for me.

Anyway, I'm still at the intersection, balling my fists, and trying to stay in control of my sanity.

I let out a full breath, and checked the time.

Charlie had promised to meet up at ten and it's only past three. What the fuck am I supposed to do until ten?

On cue,

>>< Honk...! Honk...! ><<

I turned to see a cab parked beside me. And of all the people in the world, I didn't expect my old home room teacher to set off the driver's side.

"Hey kiddo,"

"Mr Murf?"

My jaw dropped, and an involuntary smile spread across my face. I didn't even know when I raced over to throw myself on the fifty-some-year-old man.

"Mr. Murf, I c... I can't believe it. Wha...? I thought you left Compton for good. Gosh, wha...?" I cut myself off with another unbelievable laugh as I hug him again.

"It's good to see you, too, Stella." He said, pulling back with the same charming smile that always had me blushing then.

Oh, sorry, let me catch you up.

So, remember when I said I dropped out of School? Okay, so here's the full gist.

I was seventeen, a highschool senior with a crush on my homeroom teacher.

None of the boys in school ever got me blushing or entranced like him.

And one after-school evening, I found out Mr Murf has a thing for blonde petite girls.

Anyway, we were caught with my legs wide open, his fingers on my panties, and our lips locked.

Mr Murf lost everything, and he moved away.

Me? I didn't show up in school again.

Honestly? I never forgot him.

He was the first man to truly get me horny and now that we're catching up as he drove me home...

I feel like it wasn't worth how much he paid for my decision.

Although he didn't tell me the full story, the recap of the last five years had me near tears. He got his break about a year ago, and now he's driving for a transport company.

Anyway, he came to Compton on a company errand, and then he saw me and...

Okay, I'll admit. There's a specific thing on my mind as he rounded the last stretch of round to my apartment building.

"You're awfully quiet," He said with a small laugh, "did my sob story get to you?"

"Uhm, it's just... It's nice to see you again, Mr Murf," I said with a soft blush.

"It's nice seeing you, too, kiddo. And please, stop calling me Mr Murf," He said with that charming smile, "you're not my student anymore."

I bite my lips, and a soft blush glows on my cheeks;

"So, I guess this is it, huh?" He said, looking out the window. He said something else, but my mind was elsewhere.

He turns his attention back to me, and a bright smile spreads across his face.

"What?"

"Well..." I trailed off, feeling like a teenager again as I toyed with my fingers and looked everywhere but his eyes.

"Well?"

I let out a sigh, letting my fingers play around the gear shaft just beside his thigh. Daring myself to touch him, just like I did that evening.

"I'm not seventeen anymore," I said, blinking with a weird shyness that I haven't felt since highschool.

He isn't saying anything, but I can see the change in his eyes - in the way he breathed.

Throughout the ride, he has been engaging with me like an old friend or maybe a younger sis. But now, he moves to brush my blonde mane behind my ear;

"So..." He said, looking at me with black eyes.

"My... My apartment is on the third floor," I said with a somewhat heavy breath and a soft tone.

Mr Murf didn't wait anymore, he opened his door, but he didn't step out yet.

It's just like that time; he wants me to go first before he takes charge. So I stepped out of the cab, and he followed suit.

Quickly catching up to me as I stepped into the building.

I don't care about the hallway lights flickering above us. All I can think about are his hands grabbing my waist.

His hardening bulge plastered against the small of my back as we stumbled up the stairs. And the way his lips quickly found my neck... he's absolutely different from Jace.

The way he ruffled under my top and grabbed my boobs. The way he nibbled and trailed kisses up and down my neck. The way he cupped my pussy through my jeans, trying to find my clitoris despite the thick fabric.

Fuck, my nipples are on fire under his twirl and fondle.

It's like I've become a drug he hadn't used in six years.

Honestly, I wouldn't want it any other way.

Yes, it's hard enough to keep my ass on his bulge and keep my balance at the same time. Especially since he is a head taller than me.

Heck, it's even more frustrating than it is hard to climb the stairs. Cause I want his fingers jammed up my pussy every time he grabs me like a doll. I want him to bite my neck, not just nibble on it.

And fuck I want to know how hard he's going to ram into me.

Halfway up the second floor, I turned around and pushed him against the wall.

But before I could capture his lips in mine, he turned me over and plastered me to the wall.

It hurt a little, but the taste of his lips quickly cleared my head.

Subconsciously, I grabbed his belt and pulled him closer. Fumbling with his buckle just as his hands roamed my stomach up to my boobs.

He yanked my top up, and I didn't even think when I raised my hands so he could get them off.

Then I realized we're not at my apartment yet.

Just then, I vaguely heard footage coming from below us, and at the same moment, Mr Murf sucked hard on my nipples. Squeezing them as if expecting milk to squirt out

The footsteps got louder, and I instinctively bit down on my lips to stop the moans. Still, I didn't stop him. I didn't even try to remind him to keep moving. Neither did my fingers unlock from his waistband.

But just as the footsteps got loud enough, Mr Murf pulled me up the stairs, and I stumbled after him.

We reached the third floor landing but the footsteps aren't stopping. Forcing us to keep moving.

Stumbling in a tangle of arms and legs as his hands refused to let go of my waist or my boobs. And I don't want to spend too much time not feeling his throbbing bulge on me.

"That way, that way..." I said in a hushed tone, directing him towards my door.

"Wait," He said, listening for the footsteps.

Then we heard the creak of a door.

"Oh God, that would have been embarrassing," I said with a laugh, putting my back on the wall a few doors away from mine.

Our laugh didn't last a minute when Mr Murf engulfed my lips in his mouth again. This time, gentle, sweet, almost romantic.

My mind went to my top, but I immediately dismissed the thought as Mr Murf squeezed my boobs so hard I moaned into his lips.

"Where's your apartment?" He said, and then went right back to kissing me.

I started towards my door, pulling him along with me as I finally got his belt out of the way.

As if rewarding my achievement, he grabbed my pussy again and squeezed it hard that I moaned in pain and pleasure.

My back hit my door, and I started fumbling around in my pockets.

Mr Murf isn't waiting. His lips moved to my neck, and he didn't waste time unbuckling my pants.

I turned around so I'd get a better shot at inserting the key, but all I did was give Mr Murf enough room to pull my pants down.

"Mr...Mr Murf, let's..."

"I told you," He cut me off, leaning into me and pressing my face to the door.

I can feel the warmth of his dick on my bare ass, and fuck I want him to take me right here, right now.

He pulled my panties to the side and rubbed his dick on my wetness.

I stifled a moan, encouraging him to stop the foreplay. Then he leaned closer to my ear and whispered;

"Don't call me Mr Murf."

On cue, he slammed home into. I bit my hand to stop the scream as he quickly pulled out and slammed even harder.

Again

And again.

And then again.

Not slowing, non-relenting.

I felt him rip in and out, touching all parts of my pussy and getting my juice leaking all over my doormat.

Fuck, gins is more like it.

The raw heat of his meat as he slammed in and out without pause. The strength of his palms gripped into my waist, and my losing struggle against the screams and moans threatening to tear through my throat.

I want to scream.

I... Fuck, I want to yell at him to go harder.

But we're not in my apartment yet... I didn't even realize I had dropped my keys.

I bent lower to get my keys, and in that split second, Mr Murf slammed into me twice. Hitting me in places that rarely get touched. Making my ever losing battle against my moans even harder.

But not as hard as trying to insert the key into its hole.

I could hardly concentrate on not moaning. Forget not moaning, the slap-slap of his pelvis on my ass is noise enough to draw everyone's attention.

The sloppy thrust of his dick going in and out of my pussy, the jiggle in my ass, and the way my boobs bounce around in response to Mr Murf's thrusts.

It's too much... My fingers are weak. Heck, my legs are wobbly as an orgasm started to rip through me from my brain.

My back arched, and my bones curled as my orgasm rolled like an avalanche. I didn't even know when I groaned out loud.

Then,

Mr Murf snatched the keys from me and opened the door.

Two seconds or maybe less... Probably more. Either way, I landed on the sofa with Mr Murf easing into my drowning pussy.