As you can imagine, I got home pretty late last night, with the overwhelming feeling of endorphins rushing through my brain. I headed straight to my bedroom when I got home and threw myself onto the bed. Kicked off my shoes and let out a little squeaky scream of excitement. My smile stretched from one ear to the other, and my chest filled up with warm frenzy.
I looked over to my side and reached out for my phone, hovering my thumb over Sarah’s contact. She was the only one who knew I was meeting Daniel, and I desperately needed to tell someone about what had just happened. But as I was typing in the message, I realised that I should probably wait a bit and see how things roll out first before telling my employee that I slept with her client! And that’s when it hit me.
Fuck! Am I that stupid? Did I really just sleep with my employee’s client? What the fuck was I thinking? I might have just ruined her sale. And not just any deal! A 4 million euro house deal. The house that was meant to bring my agency to the top, the same place that I worked so hard to convince the developer to list with me exclusively. What would I tell Sarah if he decides to bail out? There was no way I could say to her that he got cold feet after sleeping with me. And coming from me? The woman who’s so strict about mixing work and pleasure, the same woman who’s told her girls repeatedly to keep their romantic lives out of work.
I slammed the pillow into my face and screamed as loud as I could. But I was quickly interrupted by my ringtone. My eyebrows scrunched up, wondering who would call me at one in the morning.
As I looked at my phone, I felt a big thump falling in my gut. It was my Dad. I knew exactly what this was going to be about; I knew that my night would be ruined the moment I answer the call. Everything inside me was telling me not to answer, but I picked up the phone anyway
“What do you want?” I said.
“Hey there, princesa. That’s not a way to talk to your dad, now is it? I’m calling to see how you’re doing, miha,” he slurred.
I could tell from the tone of his voice that he was drunk, “You’re calling at 1AM to ask me how I’m doing? Cut the crap. How much do you want, dad?” I ask bluntly.
“I’m not calling about money, dear,” he continued, “I’m out having a good time, and I was hoping you’d come here and join me, you know, play a few games, try your luck.”
“Dad. You’re in Malaga, Spain. I’m not even in the same country as you. How the hell do you think I could join you? Just go get some sleep. You’re drunk.”
“No, miha, you don’t understand. Please just listen to me. I lost some money a few weeks ago, and I came out today to win it back. But I lost twice as much, and now the men I was supposed to pay are getting impatient. I need your help, por favor”.
“Dad, I couldn’t give two shits about your gambling problems. Get a job, and fix your life. Stop ruining mine.”
“No, no, Mandy. Corazon, Escúchame. Please don’t say that. I’m your father; I love you. I’d do anything to help you, please just help me this one time. I’m going to get killed if I don’t pay these man.”
I knew that there wasn’t going to be an end to this conversation unless I give him the money.
“How much?” I asked.
“It’s not a lot,” he said, barely able to speak. “I just need 10,000.”
“10,000? Dad, what the fuck? Do you think I have that money just lying around waiting for you to gamble it away?”
“Mandy, por favor. I’m begging you, they’re going to kill me.” He sobbed.
I took a deep breath and bit my tongue before I could say anything else. I had so many things to tell him, I had so much anger to come out, but instead, I decided it would be easier to just pay him. “Ok fine, but don’t call me again. I’ll send the money first thing in the morning,” I said, grinding my teeth.
“Oi, Mi Querido. You are the best! Thank you, I promise I’ll pay you back,” he said and hung up the phone.
I placed my phone onto the bedside table, took off all my clothes and went to sleep, trying my best to calm myself down.
The next morning I woke up with the sun shining through my curtains, poking me to get out of bed. For a moment there, I forgot all about last night. I was in a blissful trance, appreciating the beautiful skies that were boasting through my windows. But everything came flashing back the second I reached out for my phone.
The first thing I noticed was the time, 10:30AM, and I muttered my first “fuck” of the day. Then I saw 2 missed calls from my dad reminding me of our pleasant late-night conversation and a text from Sarah asking about the buyer. Fucking hell, what a day that was going to be. I sighed and closed my eyes, wishing I could just teleport to a beach in the Bahamas, where I’d shut off my phone and do jackshit. But despite all of my wishful thinking, I was still in my bedroom. So I got up and headed down to the kitchen to make coffee and gather my thoughts.
My dad is a hot mess. He was never present in my childhood, and I barely knew anything about him other than his name. On the other hand, my mother did an absolutely brilliant job raising me up; she worked her ass off to give me a comfortable life. She educated me, taught me how to love and most importantly, taught me to never give up. But it wall went south last year, my mum passed away from pancreatic cancer, and amidst all the pain and grief that I was going through, I decided to reach out for my dad. I hired a private investigator who found him within a week, and that’s where this whole mess started. A few days into meeting him, I realised that he’s a cunt. A selfish, alcoholic, gambling addict who can’t think of anyone else other than himself.
I decided I wasn’t going to spend another minute thinking about his shit, so one thing was sorted and swept off of my mind. At least for now. But that meant I had to think about Daniel now.
The thought of going over last night was bringing up so many different emotions. It gave me butterflies in my stomach and a tingle in my pussy when I thought about all the nail gripping orgasms we had. He triggered something in me, lust, excitement and a touch of intriguing curiosity. I wanted to taste him again, to kiss his neck and his chest, and to wrap my fingers around his bulge. I wanted him to tease me with his tongue and play with my clit until I’m soaking wet. And just like he did last night, I want him to fuck me again. Against the cold kitchen counter, well, maybe in my bedroom this time.
I grabbed my coffee mug and walked over to my terrace, trying to distract myself. But I couldn’t help it. I was curious if he’d be more passionate in bed, maybe he’d let me take control, or perhaps he was more of the dominant type who’d want to fuck me hard. Either way, I’d be up for it, but I was still concerned about the business side of it. He hadn’t signed the contract yet, and I was threading a very thin line that could potentially ruin the biggest deal I’d ever have. As much as I was dreading to make the call, I knew I had to. I needed to close that deal as soon as possible before I get any deeper into this shit.
I took another sip of coffee, grabbed my phone and called Daniel, but he didn’t pick up. The phone rang all the way to voicemail, so I hung up and decided to get ready and head to the office. When I hopped into the car, I called him again, but he didn’t answer, and I called again when I parked at the office, and still, he did not pick up his god damn phone. By then, my nerves started to kick into panic mode. Was he ignoring me because we had sex? Or because he got cold feet about the house? Could it be related? I closed my car door aggressively, muttering my second “fuck” of the day and walked into the office.
“Good afternoon Mandy, shall I get you some coffee?” I couldn’t help but smile at her. My assistant was a 50yr old British lady who always greeted me with coffee the moment I walked into the office.
“That would be perfect, thank you. Do I have any letters?”
“No mail today, but a gent is waiting for you upstairs. He doesn’t have an appointment, and I told him that you have your own schedule, but he was very persistent on waiting here for you.”
I looked up through the glass stairs and saw Daniel standing up from the armchair, dressed in dark blue jeans and a black T-shirt. He also had a small tattoo on his right tricep, which I hadn’t noticed before.
“You know what, I’ll have my coffee later, dear. He’s a bit of an impatient client; I’ll get him sorted out first.” I said, walking up the stairs.
His face melted into a warm flirty smile, wrinkled around his eyes and showing off his perfect white teeth.
“Too busy to answer your phone?” I asked, with an annoyed undertone to my voice.
“I’m never too busy to listen to your voice,” he winked, “I left it at the hotel, and I didn’t feel like going all the way back for it. I apologise if I got you worried.”
I shook my head and pushed out a long breath as I unlocked my office. “Why would I be worried? I was simply checking up on my client; I wanted to schedule a meeting to sign off the contract. I’ve got it on draft already, and now that you’re here, we can go over it together.”
Dan walked into my office without saying anything. He closed the door behind him and walked straight up to my window.
“Quite a nice view you’ve got here. I can see why you chose this office.” He said, putting both of his hands in his pockets and taking a wide stance.
“Yeah, this was one of the best selling points. I moved the agency here a few months ago. Here’s the contract,” I said, placing a copy of it onto my desk.
“It’s all about the business with you, huh?” he replied, walking around my office.
“Business always comes first,” I smile.
Daniel walked up to the desk, flipped through the contract to the last paper and signed off his name. Then he walked over to the glass walls separating my office from the rest of the space and tugged the blinds down all the way to the floor.
“Don’t you want to read that?” I asked, astonished that he didn’t even bother to skim through it. Dan sat down on the couch, parting his legs and resting his arms onto the back.
“I’m sure it’s a standard contract, and I trust you to not take advantage of me, Mandy. Unless you’re telling me that I shouldn’t?”
“No, no, you can trust me. It’s just that,”
“Now that business is out of the way, you can come here next to me,” he interrupted, motioning his hands to his side.
I stood up from behind my desk, walked around it and leaned over the front edge, crossing hands. “Why are you here?” I ask impatiently.
“Well,” he sighed, “I like the house, which I now own,” he continued, breaking his sentence apart. He took a couple of seconds before continuing his response as if he was thinking through his words, “And I like you. I was hoping to get that too.”
Who does he think he is? I thought to myself, all this confidence. Yes, I had been dreaming about him all morning, but I wasn’t too happy about his attitude. I walked over to the glass walls and peeked through the blinds. Everyone seemed busy doing their own thing. No one seemed to be concerned about my office blinds being shut. So I turned back to him and sat by his side, “Look, last night was fun,” I intended to say that I don’t want to mess up our business relationship, but I got distracted by his fingers on my thigh. Why am I so weak around him? God damn it!
“And?” he asked. “Let’s have some more fun then.” He continued to glide his fingers up the side of my hips and onto my waist until he was cupping one of my breasts. “Was there something else that you wanted to say?” he breathed into my ear before pressing his lips onto my collar bone.
“We shouldn’t be doing this here Dan,” my voice was much softer now, and I leaned my head backwards, giving him more space to kiss. He squeezed my breast with one hand and trailed all the way up my inner thigh with the other.
“Tell me why we shouldn’t?” he exhaled in between his kisses. I opened up my legs slightly, allowing him to slide his fingers up to my labia. Closed my eyes and let out a quiet moan as I felt my nipples getting teased in between his fingers. “My office isn’t locked,” I exhaled, “what if someone comes in?”
“Then they can wait to see us finish,” he joked.
I parted my face away and lifted his chin with my fingers. I wrapped my hand around his neck, lightly choking him and pulling him closer to me, and kissed his lips. Our tongues twisted and turned, our lips tormenting each other, and we softened into a passionate kiss fuelled by our carnal instincts. I lifted my skirt up and stepped my knee over to the other side, straddling him and continued to melt into his lips. Grinding my hips over his growing crotch, moving my hands behind his back, and pressing his chest closer to mine.
Dan pushed me off slowly to unbuckle his belt and open his zipper. He reached out for a condom from his back pocket and slid it over his cock as I stood up to take off my thong, which was now soaked in my juices. I went back onto my knees, kissing him and grinding his cock over my clit. Feeling him growing bigger and bigger with every second that passed. I took his cock in my hand, taking the time to run my hands up and down his shaft, appreciating the girth that he had. “I think I should go back to work,” I teased as I climbed off the sofa continued to stroke him. “Let’s stop here.”
His expression was priceless, “no, Mandy, please don’t leave me like this.” He begged. I continued to stroke him softly, looking into his eyes “are you sure? I think I’ll just stop right here.” He leaned his head back, biting onto his lower lip in disbelief, his cock now throbbing in my hands. “Or maybe, I could sit on you just a bit.” I whispered, “but we need to be really quiet.” Dan looked back at me, his face now hopeful, eager to bury his cock into me.
I climbed back onto my knees and slowly sat down on his cock. Feeling my pussy stretch around him. He held me down from my shoulders and pushed his hips up even deeper. Fucking hell, that felt so good, just having him in there, feeling his veins pump in me. I started to grind my hips against him, teasing my clit over his pubic bone and moving his cock inside me, pressing it against my g-spot. And then bobbed on my knees, jumping up and down his thick member.
Dan grabbed my breasts in his hands, squeezing them hard and kissed the side of my neck. I could feel the pleasure heighten as I continued to rub my clit against him, feeling his cock stretch against my inner walls. But just as I started to peak closer to orgasm, Dan pushed me off him, “Don’t cum just yet,” he said cheekily, “Two can play this game. Let’s see if I can make you beg for it too.”
This guy and his attitude! Ugh, I wanted to cum right there, I was so close, but now he was going to make me wait. It was clear what both of us wanted. Neither of us likes to get played, and we were both so horny. “Turn around and sit on me.” He ordered.
I turned to face my office, rotating my hips up and sat onto his cock, burying him deep into my vagina. He licked his fingers and started to circle my clit while holding onto my neck with the other hand. I loved the power struggle that we were going through, both of us wanting to take charge. We were now both impatient, wanting to cum. I kept jumping over him, and he continued to tease my engorged clit until I felt my orgasm build up again.
“Keep going, right there!” I muffled out of breath, “I’m going to cum. Please don’t stop.” I continued. His cock was pressing against my pleasure spot, and his fingers still toying at my clit. I squeezed my breasts as an orgasm took over my body, but before I could fall back onto him, Dan started to thrust into me. Making my orgasm longer and shooting his cum into the condom.
We were both panting, his head resting against my back and my hands resting on his knees. I stood up, barely feeling my legs, and sat back down next to him, reaching for the water bottle on the side of the couch.
“I was not planning on having sex today,” I laughed, sinking deeper into the couch.
“You shouldn’t plan sex. It never works out,” he said, pulling off the condom.