A Reasonable Deal (Pt. 8–Finale)

A Reasonable Deal (Pt. 8 – Finale)

Note from author: To all my readers, I hope I don’t disappoint with this close to the story. I’ve been using this series to explore my own desires and fantasies, and to think about what place they have in my life. So, the last chapter contains some musings from John that reflect my own—hopefully they aren’t too pretentious. The whole reason I wrote these was to capture things that I often fantasize about, and try to think through who I am. I kept a good portion of this erotic, but the last chapter’s sexual sections are broken up by John’s musings, which I’ll warn about ahead of time. I’ve appreciated your comments and messages (both positive and negative). Thanks for reading.

Chapter 1

Dressed up, she looked older than 18. The dinner was nice, like always, and the conversation, which touched on a lot of different things, was interesting, like always. John enjoyed his dates with Jamie. They had been seeing each other for months now.

“You know, John, I really like spending time with you. I wish we could hang out more” she said, sitting in the car seat next to him.

“Yeah, I know. It’s always good” John replied, with a sigh. This can’t go on indefinitely. I have to tell Bianca. I should have stopped having fun with her the moment I started having feelings for Jamie. Bianca and he had now had sex a few times. More or less, he limited himself to indulging in what she could do with her mouth, and what he could do with her breasts, but more than once he hadn’t been able to keep himself from full-on copulating. Bianca wasn’t overly happy about the situation, but she didn’t seem to complain. Yet if she found out he was fucking her daughter……. and at the same time as her? Good god this is going to be hell. If I let Jamie go I might….might….be able to keep Bianca for awhile…..

But why? She was hot, but he wanted more than just sex now. Danielle had set his mind in focus with that.

He pulled up his car behind Jamie’s, near his house.

“Would you be okay with me telling your mom about us?” John asked. Jamie looked at him with eyes a little wider. He really is serious….

* * * * *

Jamie thought back to the class the day after John had met with her teacher. She had noticed that her teacher seemed to have a hard time sitting down—she grimaced each time she did. She also was walking a little oddly too. When class ended, Danielle called Jamie over to her desk before she could leave. “Listen, about the other night….that thing between us. I’m sorry, it won’t ever happen again” she said, clearly unhappy with being humbled or forced to apologize. “I would still like you to come meet with me, if you wish. I promise to keep my hands to myself.”

“Danielle,” Jamie said, her voice steady, but quiet. “Whatever, that was really perved out, but John told me I’d best try to learn from you, and do good studying. So I will. I enjoyed our study session before you, like, did what you did.”

* * * * *

He seemed powerful. John just fixes things. He made Danielle change, which was crazy—she was so hardcore—and he made me keep studying with her…. Even the fact that he made her do things she didn’t want to do kind of smote Jamie in the heart. He was really cool. And he liked her.

“I seriously like you,” John said, looking at her, his hands still on the steering wheel. Jamie smiled widely and nodded. She was feeling very passionate, and definitely re-thinking her whole disdain for marriage. She leaned over and they kissed, her hand fumbled around at his belt, and a moment later her face was in his lap. John’s head tilted back and his eyes closed. Jamie’s lusty sucking and his contented groans both voiced the same thought. Yep, I’m serious.

Chapter 2

John sat in his office. Alright, time to clear things up with Bianca.

He opened his door and said, “B, you want to come in? I got something to talk to you about.” He returned to his desk and sat down. A moment later, Bianca walked in. She was wearing heels, a tight red skirt that showed her figure nicely, and a white blouse that was unbuttoned a little, showing that delicious cleavage. Her hair was up. She was gorgeous.

“What did you want to talk about?” she asked, walking close to him, and leaning up against the desk.

“I…well….I was going to say that….” John started, uncertain as to how best to proceed.

* * * * *

Damn it, why’s she have to be so hot?! John angrily thought to himself, as his hands spread Bianca’s ass cheeks and his tongue lashed at her pussy lips. He pulled her lips into his mouth and sucked on them greedily. His head was up against one arm of the couch, and her knees were on either side of his pecs. Mid-way down the couch, her lips were sliding up and down his cock, her tongue teasing the tip. As they 69’d each other, John’s hands left her ass, and traveled down to her boobs, which were hanging nicely, begging to be played with. He squeezed at the top of her breasts, where they met her chest, and pulled down, massaging as he went, like he was milking her. Bianca moaned into his cock, absolutely loving the treatment her breasts were receiving.

Lifting her mouth off of his soaked member, and looking back, the horny secretary moaned: “Mmmmm you’re treating me… sigh … like a…..ohhh milk cow there……..mmmmmm MM! I’m your secretary remember?” She smiled, then her mouth opened as his fingers tugged at her nipples a little. He would pull on one, squeezing it, then pull down the other, and squeeze it, then pull both and squeeze, like he was milking her. His hands than returned up to the top of her boobs to start their descent again. “You’re not…..going to get any milk, ahhhhhhh from me, sorry,” she said playfully, before returning to his cock. Again, his fingers ended up fiddling with her nipples for a second or two, only to let go and grasp the soft tits from the top. Again, he slid his hands down them, squeezing and kneading as he went. He twisted her nipples softly when he reached them. Bianca was making all sorts of happy noises as he touched her.

John chuckled a little How can I say no to this? “No worries, I figure, if I milk you there, then I can lick up what comes out here…” and his tongue clarified what he meant by cleaning up the female cum that was all over and around her pussy. She cried out in appreciation, and then reached down farther between his legs, and proceeded to squeeze and massage his aching balls.

John groaned into her pussy. His balls were full of cum. Her fingers circled them, grasped them, squeezed them gently in her fist. John’s legs were moving in random directions and his eyes opened, as she very softly twisted her grip on his testicles, and pulled them away from his cock. His eyes rolled back and closed when she slid his cock almost all the way out of her mouth, keeping the tip in so she could suck it hard and lick the underside of the crown and poke her tongue in the hole. She loved playing with testicles. She had practiced on her husband, and was having fun seeing how far she could take her play with her boss’ most sensitive parts.

John continued his milking of her tits. When she felt his fingers reach the tips yet again, she waited for him to pinch her pleasantly sore nipples, and when he did, she tightened her clench on his balls accordingly. John reacted to her attack on his balls by tightening his pinch of her nipples, and letting out a deep groan into her pussy. She responded to that by tightening her clench even more, and moaning over his cock.

Bianca softly lightened her grip on his balls, which were packed full of sperm, but pushed her thumb in circles into one of them, massaging it perfectly all around. John responded by loosening the pinch on her nipples, and lightly running his thumbs around her aureoles. Both of them were moving their hips slowly in no particular pattern—simply reacting to the different feelings of pleasure hitting them.

Having his balls massaged and his dick sucked was fantastic, and John had been diving into her pussy like a madman. He had really given both her pussy and tits a good working over.

John finally had his fill, and gave her ass a friendly couple of pats. She got up, and John sat back on the couch, Bianca plopped down next to him.