Corrupting Erica
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I started a new job in hopes of finding something more satisfying in a career, and while I didn't find that in the job itself, I just so happened to find it in my manager.
So you can imagine my disappointment when only two weeks later, I find out that you're leaving in a week. You tell me that you can throw away the management experience for the degree you've always wanted because you aren't that old. What I didn't expect was those next words to come out of your mouth: you're 19, and just graduated highschool less than two months ago. You're several years younger than me, and just the thought of that instantly builds desire in my blood. Although you dress as someone your age generally does, the "new" age of bright dress shirts, ties, slacks, and loafers, the mannerisms are something I expected of someone older, more mature. Seeing you now, I find an attraction to your naivete, something I want to take and corrupt from its' state of innocence.
Your eyes flicker to me with a burning curiosity, and the way you bite your lip makes me want your teeth against me, biting my most sensitive place as your tongue roams my core. As much as you've tried to avoid eye contact the past few days, I know I am irresistible when I want to be. And although you're the play-it-safe type, you can't figure out why you want so badly to break that habit with me. Oh, believe me, I know there's something so wrong about this, and no matter where your mind takes it, you have no idea the thoughts I'm thinking when it comes to you. I want to use your body, your eyes, your mouth . . oh yes, that mouth. . . and I doubt you have the experience. But I'm willing to teach you.
We make small talk, and you tell me about your summer, and about how the small retail store runs when I ask for further details. I don't care about your words, just your presence, and I want to make mine just as known. I catch a glimpse of your hands, knowing that if they're any indicator of what you have down below, I'm going to be very satisfied. But don't worry, sweetheart, it's not just about me. I have half a mind to show you what you're missing, leave you with something that you will never be able to match during the next four years of your college life. Trust me.
It's a small dinner that night with a few other coworkers as your send-off, even though you do have one last day left. I purposely wear a dress with a hemline that is barely long enough for professional purposes, and will give you a good view of the lace beneath it if I should so choose to bend down to pick up something I "accidentally" drop. The neckline is long and low to reveal my assets, because it won't be long before your face will be buried in them. You may as well know this now.
I "accidentally" play footsies under the table on and off all night, making sure that you never stray from me for more than a minute or two at a time. I know you're aware, because even throughout other conversation with the higher manager and occasional co-workers, your face turns red as you acknowledge my touch.
When the night is over, I walk back to our cars, where I just happened to know that you would park. Your black car is glossy and new, and I wonder if I will get to leave my mark on your backseat. Your eyes follow me as I come over to you, questioning, but you won't say it aloud in hopes that I may be offering something to satisfy the growing bulge in your pants. I want to reach out and touch you, wrap my hand around you, but I don't want to scare you away with my over eagerness to pleasure you . . .even if that's secretly what you want. Silly boy, if I just had one more night with you, I would love nothing more than to make you be honest with me and share your darkest fantasies . . . to tell me exactly what you want so I can make it a reality. No holds barred, no questions. But that would take time to make you see that you could be that blunt with me, and time is something that neither of us have.
"Um, it was nice getting to know you," you say, stumbling over your words.
"I'm going to miss you too," I answer sincerely, putting words your mouth to think about. I move in closer, finally closing the gap between us as I open mouth kiss you with a dominating tongue. Your mouth tastes incredibly sweet, and I would be lying if I said I didn't want to make it mine for the night.
"Isn't this wrong?" You find your senses in spite of what you must be feeling right now. Yet your eyes beg me to disagree with this statement, clearly wanting me to tease you again. But I'm past teasing.
"Only for one more day. And this is just one night," I tell you. "I will give you a story to tell in the dorms around the other young men."
"I have a place," you continue to stammer, unable to pull away from my eyes now. As lanky as you are, I'm half your size, but it doesn't matter. Right now, you are exactly where I want you, under my control. And soon, my control isn't the only thing you will be underneath.
"Drive." I get into the passenger's side of your car, playing with your thigh as you get in beside me and take off.
We reach your apartment, which is nearly empty except for the mattress and a few necessary commodities. "I'm leaving tomorrow night right after work," you explain.
"This is everything I need." I laugh as I finally grope you the way I've been wanting to all night. Well, since I've known you, if I'm being honest.
You shiver silently as I continue to play with you, waiting for the right time to make my next move. As I feel your pants begin to dampen beneath my hand, I release your purple tie from your shirt. I'm impressed, you know how to tie a complex knot. Perhaps later you can demonstrate those skills on my wrists. I don't doubt your ability to be easily trained, and I'm further secured in my ability to pick suitable partners.
I slowly unbutton your shirt, barely touching your skin as I do. You attempt to haphazardly help me, so I gently brush your hands away, easily manipulating your clothes from your warm skin. Your hands land on my C cup breasts, and by the expression on your face, it's clearly unintentional, but you're challenging me now to see if I'll allow it. I do, smirking as you grab and squeeze them and engage in your newfound confidence. As I help you from the last of your clothes, I can't help but admire the beautiful human specimen in front of me.
I push you back onto the mattress, allowing you a moment to readjust the pillows and prop yourself up. You're ready to reestablish yourself at a moments' notice, unsure of what I want from you, and it makes me happy that you don't just assume it's only about you. Selflessness is not a trait I often see, although it might be the naive innocence within you that's the cause for this.
As I lower myself to the foot of the bed to remove my own clothes down to my lingerie, I can't help but watch your body as much as I do your hazel eyes. The correlation that I've heard between different body parts isn't a lie . . .the nearly seven inches in front of me is something I can't wait to use. However, it's been so long since I've felt comfortable in such a situation that I suddenly want to prove it to you by acting on my darkest wants and desires. I don't want to scare you, I just want to give you something to remember. And as much as I want to take you, I also want you to take me.
Sliding up between your legs, I bend down for a taste, letting my long dark hair fall around my face as I do. By the look of surprise and interest on your face, I'm assuming no one has ever done this for you. I could play nice, ease into it, but I want to know your limits, and exactly how careful I need to be with you so that you don't lose it too early. I take you to the back of my throat, sucking hard as I twirl my tongue in circles from each direction. I massage your balls in between my fingers as I use my tongue to trace the underside of your manhood from base to tip, stopping right before the head to press slightly harder knowing that this is a sweet spot for most men. You are no exception as a loud groan escapes your throat. You lean back, pushing your lower body towards me. Your fingers claw at the mattress for something to hold onto against the white of your knuckles.
I sit up, legs curled underneath me, then reach out for you hand. I rub the knuckles gently, then guide your hand to my shoulder as I lean myself back into position, hovering over you. I breathe slowly, letting my warm breath wash over your skin. Your fingers curl against my shoulder, and this time, I shove your hand into the midst of my hair, right into my scalp.
"How bad do you want this?" I ask in my most seductive voice.
"So bad," you tell me.
"Prove it," I whisper, my lips still wet with my saliva and your precum.
Your hands wrap around my head, immersing themselves in the roots of my hair. You fingers knot themselves into the strands, grabbing tightly. I take you into my mouth again, slower this time.
Subconsciously, without thinking, you pull me into you roughly, forcing me to take your length part way down my throat. Although I gag, it feels so good there that I would never tell you no.
"Um . . like this?" It's more of a confirmation than a question, and I can see your eyes light up with the ability to control your needs.
"Just like that," I say, and you raise your hips up to me again, guiding my head at the tempo you want.
"Take it," you murmur. "God, take it . . . bitch." Your face colors as your brain registers the words.
"Shh, no, you're exactly right," I confirm, licking down the length again.
I can tell that you're getting close, but again, I have no intention of letting you finish so soon. I straddle your body as I climb over you, brushing against you. It would take next to nothing for you to slip inside of me, but that's not what I want yet. You grab my hips, understanding that you can, but I gently push them away. I straddle your torso as I remove my bra and panties, then press my breasts into your face. I don't have to tell you to suck them . . . you're the fastest learner I've ever had for a student. You nip and suck roughly, something I enjoy. Most college girls will be hesitant of this, but I'm the one who's showing you, so I get to decide what you're taught. And I am darker than any girl you will ever have. Moving forward, I straddle your face, hovering just barely inches over your mouth. Again, I don't need to tell you what to do as you eagerly run your tongue across me, You lap at me firmly, but not hard. I put on a show of grinding against your tongue and moaning loudly as I cling to your headboard. It's not a lie, you have raw talent that makes me ache for more, but I want to encourage you to be as adventurous as you choose.
"Right there." I teach you one of the most important lessons you will ever learn as your teeth brush against my clit. Your tongue quickly takes over, and as if realizing that you are neglecting a single part of my body, you run your hands down my sides, pressing me deeper into your face before pulling back enough to insert a finger inside of me. This time, the sound that escapes my throat is something that I have no control over. I haven't felt anything this damn good in ages. When you force a second one into my waiting body, I feel as if I'm the one who won't last. I ride your face until I'm on the verge of falling apart, then quickly pull back. I won't be selfish.
My body is still quivering as I rub myself against you. The memory of your fingers inside of me leaves me hollow for something more, and I need to feel something again. Drawing myself into your eyes, I slowly lower myself down your shaft, an inch or so at a time until you're completely inside of me. I love how deeply you settle into me. It feels as if you've hit the edge of my walls, something that I know will disappear as soon as we begin to fuck. I remember the way it feels to have a man break me deeper, the slight sting of pain, then the way my body envelopes the intrusion made to fit only that one person. I want that with you.
I squeeze down there, letting you feel me before I begin to move. You feel so good that it's hard to go slow, but I want to enjoy you. I move slightly, finding my g-spot with the ridge of the head. Every time it rubs against me I can feel myself losing further control. You must be able to tell, because your breathing quickens every time I do. Already, your face is once again flushed, and I can tell that you don't want to go slow any more.
Your hands grab my hips in the comfortable place that you have staked claim as I grind into you. I lean back so that I'm completely upright as I lower myself as far as I can take it. Again, I find resistance, and I know you can feel it, too. You bend your knees then elevate your lower half, undeniably silently telling me to take you. I want you. All of you. Your hands guide me down your length, faster, harder now. This frustrates you that I hold back from letting you have all of me. I spread my legs wider, knowing that this time when I sink down, there will be nothing stopping you from having me. You push me into you as hard as you can, groaning again when you feel my inner resistance giving for you. I love the sharpness and immediacy of the pain, and the fullness you give me that follows. I try and shift my body to find where you fit more comfortably again, but there isn't one. You continue to push against me, keeping me full to my limits.
Your eyes lock onto mine, and you begin to move rapidly, fucking me hard and fast. I try and sit up again, allowing you deeper penetration and moaning through both the pain and pleasure you give me. Our pelvic bones slam together, and I'm suddenly hotter than ever at the thought of simply being this close to you. It's hard not to feel as if I'm living a fantasy with you.
"Can I?" You ask through gritted teeth, and I can see the visible strain of holding back in your eyes. You want so badly for me to say yes, but you'll allow me to decide. Seeing you so hot and bothered sends shivers up my skin.
"No." I shake my head, just as disappointed as you are. "I'm not on anything." I grab your shoulders as I slip away from you, pulling you on top of me.
Cautiously, your eyes question mine as you're unable to help yourself from pushing yourself inside of me again. You look so guilty, so wanting, I almost laugh aloud. But instead, I suck at your collarbone, then push you back just far enough that I can bring my legs over your shoulders. I can't think of a single man that hasn't asked this of me, and I know you would do the same if you thought that you could.
This time, you smirk, a knowing satisfaction playing on your face as you easily find my g-spot again. You're after the skill rather than the speed of our love-making, and this is what already makes you one of the best lovers that I have ever had.
"Don't worry about me," I tell you, brushing my lips against your neck before nibbling on your ear. I trace your lips with my tongue and then bite down tenderly, pulling your lip towards me. "Take what you want. Then I want you to release yourself all over me. Drown me in it, baby."
You shudder deeply, penetrating me faster now. You don't hesitate to take what you need, and I watch as you become almost unaware of me as you focus on your own needs. I can feel you swell inside of me moments before you pull out, seconds before a warmth covers my skin in stickiness.
You fall back against the pillows, breathing heavily. Again, you hesitate in wondering whether I'm going to want further affection from you, or if this is just about sex. I'll leave you guessing.
I kiss you shoulder, leaving a dark hickey where no one else will see it before sliding my clothes back on. My panties remain around my fingers, waiting for the moment you look at me again. When you do, I throw them at you, your reaction time slower than the pace it takes them to cover your face. What kind of woman would I be if I didn't leave you something to remember me by?
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