I woke up Monday morning in a cold sweat. I had just suffered through another fitful night of sleep. I had been experiencing a recurring nightmare, one where I heard my ex-wife’s shrill voice over and over, telling me that she hated my guts, and that she was leaving me for good.
I sat upright in my brand-new bed, staring at the four empty walls in my brand-new apartment that I had only moved into over the weekend. That terrible dream had been a dreary reality many months ago. I was finally at peace with it when conscious, but the abruptness of it all still occasionally haunted me at night.
I rolled out of bed and dug through some boxes. I managed to find my toiletries and a towel so I could shower and get ready. I was starting my brand-new job in a brand-new city today.
After my shower, I leaned on the bathroom counter and stared hard at my reflection. I still didn’t always recognize the man in the mirror. He had a lot more salt in his pepper than he used to have, especially in his beard and along his temples. There was less definition in his chest and an extra layer of padding around his waist that wasn’t there in his twenties. To top it all off, he didn’t see very well without his glasses these days. He wasn’t a bad looking guy for his age, just not quite the fresh-faced kid he was when he had gotten married all those years ago. I watched his shoulders droop as he sighed and got ready for his day.
Cleaned up and dressed in a brand-new suit, I headed down the elevator to my new classic car. My first purchase after selling the house and boat was this fully restored 1965 Mustang. She was candy-apple red and purred so perfectly when I turned her on. I fired her up and sat still for a minute or two, relishing the sound of her engine humming, before putting her into gear and pulling out of the parking lot.
I jumped on the interstate and, within a few minutes, arrived at my new office building. I parked in the multi-level garage and made my way inside. There, I met the receptionist, a pleasant older woman named Denise. I told her who I was and asked where I could find Edward Mayfield.
“Yes, Mr. Adams. Take the elevator on your left to the eighth floor and head to the left when you get out. I will page Mr. Mayfield and let him know you are on your way up.” She smiled sweetly at me as I thanked her.
Edward was an acquaintance from my college years. We were both business majors and roomed together one semester of our sophomore year. We ended up in the same industry and have maintained one of those social media-based friendships ever since. You know the ones, you like each other’s vacation pictures and memes, maybe argue about sports, and wish them a happy birthday when the algorithm reminds you of it.
When I posted that I was leaving my position in Philadelphia, he messaged me and asked me to consider coming here to Austin, where he had just taken over a struggling branch for his company. A few phone calls and zoom meetings later, I had a contract in front of me to sign.
Edward greeted me warmly and showed me around. My office would be at the end of the same hallway his was in. He introduced me to several of the executives and account staffers I would be working with.
One woman in particular really caught my eye. She was introduced to me as Bella and was relatively young for someone in her position. She looked to be in her mid-twenties. Her cute, round, baby face and soft, doe eyes made her look much younger than she likely was. She had a meek, timid, quiet voice that fit her outward personality. She easily could have passed for a teenager from the neck up.
From the neck down, however, she was all grown up and then some. She was full-figured, curvy where it counted, and quite voluptuous. She had enormous boobs; the buttons on her blouse looked as if they might give way at any moment. She was gorgeous, with a waist that narrowed briefly, only to flare back out with wide hips and a nice, full, round butt. She had on a business skirt that seemed to clamp her thick thighs together and accentuated her legs as they emerged from underneath the taut material. As the vernacular of the day goes, she was sexy ‘af’ and ‘thiccc’ in all the right places.
The contrast in her sexy body, cute face, and girlishly sweet voice was mesmerizing. I hung on to every word she spoke. Edward told me Bella was the account administrator that I would be working the most with. She smiled bashfully at me, and I felt the butterflies in my stomach fluttering.
Edward was paged to take a phone call, so Bella and I walked back to my office and made some small talk. She was indeed as young as I had guessed, having completed her MBA less than a year ago. She has done an internship with the company as an undergraduate and came on board full time as soon as her master’s degree was complete.
We sat side by side in my office and continued our pleasant conversation. I told her about my recent divorce and how I was basically starting over in life at fifty years old.
“You don’t look your age at all,” she said sweetly.
“I know, I look much, much older than fifty,” I teased.
She laughed quietly and put her hand on my shoulder. “No, I mean you look much younger than that. You look very handsome,” she gave me a playful wink, “for an old man.”
“That’s sweet of you to say, but I can see the grey hairs and spare tire — but only when I have my glasses on.”
She batted her eyelashes and gave me a flirty smile. We buckled down and got down to work. Bella sat right beside me, pulling her chair in very close as she helped me navigate the company data program and learn where to pull the information I needed. She was leaning into me, gently touching my hand innocently from time to time. Her pillowy tits pressed into my arm on several occasions, and I could smell her perfume all over me.
If I was a younger man, I would have assumed she was hitting on me and perhaps made a move on her. But I wasn’t, and I doubted she was. I let my mind enjoy the attention she was giving me, fully aware that this was work and the last thing I needed to start this new chapter of my life with was an HR violation.
We broke for lunch just after twelve-thirty. She offered to show me a quaint little cafe & deli just a few minutes’ drive away. I followed her to the parking garage, subtly checking out her nice round ass the entire way. I pointed out my car. She cooed excitedly and leaned up against it, running her hand along the hood like a model in an automobile advertisement would.
“Before we go to lunch, I need you to do something for me,” Bella said, with a serious look on her face.
“Sure thing, what do you want?” I said, not knowing what to expect from her.
Bella leaned in close and spoke softly in her sweet, timid, innocent voice. “I want you to fuck my face and dump your warm, sticky cum down my slutty little throat.”
Of all the words I thought I was going to hear; those were the last ones I expected her to say. She stood there, inches from my face, her cute smile beaming up at me.
“I… Um…” I was stammering and in a bit of shock.
Bella softly grabbed the lapels of my suit and pressed her giant tits into my torso. She said it again, this time slower and breathier. “I want you to fuck my face and cum down my slutty little throat. Right here, right now.”
And with that, she slid her skirt partway up her thick thighs so she could squat down in front of me. I looked around nervously, which allowed her time to undo my slacks and pull out my hardening dick. She began to jerk my cock slowly. I relished the feeling of it hardening in her tiny hand. I let out an involuntary moan.
Bella continued stroking my shaft with one hand and began to undo the buttons on her blouse with the other. I stared in awe; her valley of exposed flesh grew exponentially as each button was relieved of its burden. She lifted each breast out of the cups of the lacy white bra she had on, then let them hang loose and free for my visual enjoyment.
I was mesmerized. I had not seen boobs that large, well, ever. My ex-wife had been a full D cup, and these made hers look miniscule. They weren’t perky due to their size, but I didn’t care. I was in heaven.
Her nipples, much smaller that I had expected them to be, were rock hard. I wanted very much to grab them and hold them in my hands. My cock was throbbing at this point.
Without hesitating, Bella took my hands and placed them on the back of her head. She wrapped her crimson lips around the head of my cock and swirled her tongue over it. I had just begun to enjoy that sensation when she was sucking me fully into her wet, warm mouth. I watched as inch by inch, my dick slid between her juicy lips.
I recovered and gently guided her head back and forth on my cock. It had been too long since I had felt the sensation of a blow job, I wanted to savor it. Bella had different plans. She looked up at me with her sweet doe eyes and said in her cute, innocent voice.
“Fuck my face. Please.”
She became much more aggressive, taking my entire length inside her mouth at once, choking and gagging herself on me. I pressed my hands on the back of her head, holding my shaft in her mouth. She made a grunting, groaning, gagging noise. I released my hold immediately. She pulled back off me, panting and looking up at me.
“I like it like that. Do it again.”
So, I did. I pressed my cock into her mouth harder and held it for a moment, feeling her gag reflex make her mouth spasm around my cock. I pumped myself in and out of her cute face over and over, pumping harder and harder with each stroke. She responded to each thrust with groans of what I hoped was pleasure, with her pretty eyes watering. In either case, she did not stop me or try to pull away. She ran one hand up her meaty thighs and under her skirt. I couldn’t see, but by the motions, I knew she was working on getting herself off as well.
I felt my dick throbbing harder and harder and knew it wouldn’t be too long before I needed to cum. She seemed to sense it, and pulled back, gasping for air, and trying to talk between breaths as tears ran down her face and smeared her eye makeup.
“Cum straight down my throat. Force my head on your cock while you cum.”