Damien had this curse for way too long. Though, he had never told any one. They would probably think he was insane or some sort of psychopath. So, all throughout high school he basically stuck to himself. Except for a few people here and there. And he didn’t even dare tell his closest friend that he’d known since childhood. It was just too much for any one, but him, to bare.
Damien was now twenty-five, and still had the problem. He thought of girls in a way that would get him sent to jail in an instant if he’d ever act on it. By now he had no friends, and the last female contact he had was three years ago. He told her of his fantasy, thinking that they had been together and he could trust her with his deepest darkest secret. She said she wouldn’t scare off. By the next day, when he came home from work, she and her belongings were gone. This caused him to not want to get too attached to any woman; one night stands at the most. However, most of the time if he wanted the attention of a girl he’d go to a strip club in town.
Tonight his curse was working its magic. He was home, and extremely bored. So, he decided to do what any man alone would do. He started to masturbate to his own lovely images. He would normally envision a woman from one of his dreams. She wore knee-high fish net stockings, pink five-inch heels, a short schoolgirl skirt, and an unbuttoned pure white, see-through shirt, with nothing under it.
It started out as any normal session would, but then he started to think of other things. “Mmm, it would be lovely to force that pretty little mouth around my dick,” he thought as he pumped his hand up and down his dick. He moaned slightly at the thought. He knew he shouldn’t be thinking these things, but, he just couldn’t help it. So, he imagined taking a fist full of her hair, and forcing his dick to the back of her throat. He pumped his dick faster and harder and groaned, just the thought of that alone made him feel like he was about to cum, he honestly hadn’t done this in a while.
All of a sudden he heard the doorbell ring. His eyes popped open in shock. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” he said in hushed tones, as if whoever was at the door would know what terrible things he was going to cum to. He grunted in exasperation, and started to think of things to get rid of his boner. He pulled his boxers and pants on, leaving them unbuttoned, and not bothering with a shirt.
He ran to the living room, took a deep breath and opened the door to a fine piece of ass, to say the least. Her hair was jet black, her eyes a baby blue that popped more with the black of her hair, and the eyeliner. She was wearing a blue pant suit with a white blouse under the blazer. She smiled lightly at him. “Hello, Mr. Mareno. Sorry for disturbing you,” she licked her lips as she looked over his bare chest and down to his unbuttoned pants. she continued, averting her amazing eyes back to his green ones.
Damien smirked at her attempt of looking at him. The woman cleared her throat and continued. “Mr. Mareno, I am currently working for your parents, they would like to have dinner with you tonight, “ she smiled lightly, but he rolled his eyes.
“They couldn’t have just called me? Seriously, I’m so glad I don’t act spoiled.. Well, at least I don’t try to. But, of course they had to make you come all this way, just for little ‘ol me,” he opened the door some more. “Come in, I don’t have anything to hide, except of course, my own twisted mind,” he said the last part very quietly. The woman quirked an eyebrow at him, she had slightly heard what was said. However, couldn’t make it all out. She shrugged her shoulders and stepped in. “I wonder if he had a lady friend over or something,” she thought to herself, as she sat on a couch.
“I don’t think I caught your name, love,” he smiled at her and walked down the hall. “Also, would this be a formal dinner?” he called from what she assumed was his bedroom. She wouldn’t mind following him… Not one bit. However, she did not like to seem easy and that would be saved for later no doubt. Besides it might give away his parents true intentions of hiring her.
“Jessie Fidatov, and it is formal, they have a new business partner they would like you to meet.” Jessie called back. “They are starting a new branch of their business and they want your opinion on the guy since you are closer to his age. I think they said something about you head-ing it and just wanted you to pound out…the final detail with her…I mean him.” Was that too obvious? More then likely. She tucked a loose strand of her black hair behind her ear and looked around his suite. His color of choice seemed to be white, and for a young man he was very neat. Everything seemed to have it’s own little space.
“So, you’re Romanian?” Damien asked startling Jessie. She nodded. She was at a loss for words, because not only did he look super sexy in his unbuttoned jeans. But, he also cleaned up very nicely, and only in a matter of minuets. He obviously hadn’t bothered with his hair, but that was okay. He still looked very handsome with that freshly fucked hair-do. Damien was wearing a grey suit, with a black t-shirt underneath.
Damien gave her a smirk and shook his head. “Shall we be going then?” he asked holding out his arm for her to grab. Jessie smiled and stood from the couch. She then looped her arm through Damien’s and they walked out together. “Do you mind if we take my car?” Damien thought her very attractive, though he usually didn’t go for dark haired girls; she still made up for it with her rockin bod. Taking his car would give her an excuse to come back.
Jessie bit her bottom lip and Damien could feel his cock jump to life as he saw her do this. “Yea. That’s fine,” she replied looking up at him. Mmm. He needed to get laid and soon. Because the way she looked up at him, made him wish she were on her knees in front of him looking up at him, while his hand was gripped in her hair.
Damien shook his head. “Yup, I definitely need a good fuck,” he thought to himself. They walked through the parking garage and Damien led Jessie to his Bugatti. “Present from Mommy and Daddy?” Jessie asked half mockingly half in shock. Then she realized that she was about to get into this man’s nice car and decided she should be kind to him.
Damien smiled and opened her door. When he got into the drivers seat he looked over at her and noticed goose bumps up and down her arms. “Cold Ms. Fidatov?” She looked at him with confusion, and he pointed to her arm. She looked down and then rubbed it with her hand.
“Oh no.. It’s just kind of thrilling being in a car like this,” Jessie replied with a giggle. Damien smiled lightly at her and then started the car. “You can call me Jessie you know. I don’t mind,” she bit her lower lip again and he saw her blush from the corner of his eye.
“Alright, Jessie. That’s a very beautiful name,” the drive to his parent’s house was very quiet. But, that was ok. Damien had lived in the quiet for a very long time. It was basically his best friend. It was nice though, and a very quick drive. For his parents only lived about half an hour away.
When they got there, Damien hurried over to Jessie’s side, and proceeded to let her out. “There you go,” he smiled sweetly, making sure she didn’t fall. “Are you going to be joining us for dinner? I’m not entirely sure what your job is with my parents,” he asked as they walked up to the front door.
“Oh… Umm. I will be joining you yes. And.. Umm me and your parents haven’t exactly set up an exact.. for my job title,” she nibbled on her bottom lip, and wouldn’t meet Damien’s eyes. He thought this was odd, but he didn’t press her on.
“Well, at least you will be by my side,” unfortunately that was as far from the truth, for the moment they stepped through the door, he was torn away from Jessie, and into the arms of his family.

story by: Exterminate11

Tags: masturbation blowjob fantasm sex story

Author: Exterminate11

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