Keeping it in the Family

Keeping it in the Family Keeping it in the Family

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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An escape from a boring sales meeting turns into a surprising turn of events.

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An escape from a boring sales meeting turns into a surprising turn of events.

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Submitted: April 28, 2016

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Keeping it in the Family

There can be nothing as boring and sleep inducing as a sales meeting on a South Florida summer afternoon. The CEO of our company decided that great decisions could be made and beneficial planning could be done at his estate just outside Miami. Eleven of us sat in a large circle in his air conditioned porch as he droned on with whatever was on his mind.

Our sales team consisted of four women and seven men, the boss being one of the latter. We were all perched in various types of chairs with several small odd tables in the center of our circle as we faced inward. To my left in the circle was Teri Blanchard, a trim forty year old divorced Mom who had one of the best sales records in the company. Every guy in our company had tried to seduce her, including me and a couple of married guys, but she politely rejected us.

More interesting, though, that morning was Teri’s nineteen year old daughter, Sara, new to the company, who sat directly across from me in the circle. She had short brown hair like her mother, and she was tall with a cute face and long legs. Legs that were partially visible to me at the moment. Her feet were crossed at the ankles and resting atop a small table in front of her. Her white summer dress, which hung off her shoulders was draped over her knees, but with her feet raised as they were, I could see down the side of one leg to her hip.

As soon as I caught myself staring I realized the proper thing for a gentleman to do would be to get up, walk around behind her chair and alert her with a discreet whisper. The proper thing to do quickly faded away in my mind as she shifted in the chair, edging down further in it and leaning back. At the same time she uncrossed her ankles and put her feet on the edge of the table top.

Her dress was securely hooked over her knees, but from my angle, I could see under it and right down between those long young legs that invited my eyes to a wisp of pale yellow in her crotch, which I guessed was a thong. Now the meeting was more interesting. Although we were all still bored and quiet as the boss talked to hear himself, my mind was filled with very improper thoughts about those firm young thighs and that yellow thong.

I forced myself to remain as calm as possible but enjoying the view until the meeting had concluded. I decided to address the issue discreetly with Sara, and when everybody else but her and I had drifted into the dining room for refreshments, I approached her. She stood from her chair as I took a seat on the table in front of her.

“Sara, I just thought I would let you know that your posture during the meeting tented your dress and revealed more of you than you would want exposed in a room mostly of men.”

She looked down at me with tight lips for a moment and then asked, “So you could see up my dress the whole meeting?”

“Not during the whole meeting, but especially when you put your feet here on the table,” I admitted.

“And I suppose you got off on that?” she asked firmly.

“Well, not exactly, but you do have nice legs,” I said, suddenly realizing how stupid I was.

“Did you see my thong?” she asked, although she surely knew the answer.

“Yes, yes I did,” I admitted, no way I could deny it.

“And I’ll bet you thought about my pussy didn’t you?” she teased, although not in a joking way.

“Well, I’m only human, Sara, so….” I stuttered.

Sara looked around as I stammered, seeing that everyone else was gone. Then she lifted her dress over my head, put a foot on the table and pulled my head between her legs. She humped her damp yellow thong crotch against my face twice and quickly pulled away. She flipped her dress off my head and snarled, “That’s as close as you’ll ever get to it, pervert.”

She stormed out of the room to join the others while I sat there, dumbfounded for a moment. Then I heard Teri’s voice behind me. “What was that all about?” she asked. She evidently had been in the restroom nearby and had seen what had just happened.

I explained what had happened during the meeting and how I tried to advise Sara politely afterwards, but admitted that I should have gotten up and warned her during the meeting. Teri seemed very understanding about my predicament. Unusually understanding, in fact. She put a hand on my shoulder, leaned her head towards mine and whispered so no one would hear.

“Ben, since Sara’s body has developed and she gets so much attention from men, she’s become a terrible prick tease. I’m sure she knew exactly what she was doing; she just wanted to see how many men would notice.”

“Well, it worked on me,” I admitted, “I can’t tell you the thoughts that went through my mind looking under her dress.”

“Why not?” she asked, sliding her hand off my shoulder. “Does it bother you to get aroused looking under a woman’s dress?”

I was embarrassed to say what I could not avoid telling her; her attention mesmerized me. “I have a fetish, I guess you would say, about giving women oral sex and when I see a pretty girl or woman flashing her legs or ass, well, I can’t control my thoughts.”

I had no more finished talking when she pressed her hand to the crotch of my pants, putting her hand precisely over my cock. “You actually mean that you can’t control THIS, right?” she asked.

“Yeah, that too,” I said, letting it grow in her hand. She licked her lips, helping me grow even stronger in her grasp.

She released her grip and looked down at the bulge in my pants. “Let’s tell the boss we have some work to catch up on and we’ll go back to the office while everybody has lunch here,” she suggested. Before I could answer she smiled and said, “I can help you with your little problem and I’ll have a nice surprise for you when we get there.”

I went outside and drove to the office, my mind reeling at the idea that Teri might actually be willing to have some fun with me. Sitting in the empty lobby, I was more than surprised when Teri came in, because she had brought Sara with her! Teri sat down next to me and Sara took a seat in a chair opposite me.

“I brought Sara with me so she could explain herself and apologize,” Teri said, “Sara knows that she has some issues. Go ahead, Sara.”

Sara cleared her throat and spoke softly, her eyes drifting from mine to her mother’s. “I like sex with girls and boys are so rough and gross that I can’t help being mean to them. It’s nothing personal, and I’m sorry for what I did.”

“Thank you, Sara; I understand, and I appreciate your apology,” I said. Turning to Teri I said, “You could have done this at the meeting, out in the yard or something, you didn’t have to come here.”

Teri looked at Sara and then at me before she answered. “Sara inherited her interest in girls from me; ever since my divorce, I have been with only women. Seeing how happy it has made me convinced Sara to experiment, but she has never been with a man who could be kind and tender. Since you tried to be kind and polite to her, it seems to me that you could show her what it would be like with the right man.”

“You want ME to have sex with her?” I asked, stunned.

“Well, in a way,” Teri began. But Sara stated her own case.

“I’m a virgin, basically, and I want to stay that way, but I’m willing to let a guy give me oral sex to see if it’s as good as with another girl,” Sara explained.

I looked at Teri, praying in my mind, “Please, God, tell me that I’m going to have a threesome with this woman and her daughter!”

But I got another surprise. Teri explained, “Sara will take care of you in her own way to make it worth your while to satisfy her curiosity. Will you do this for us?”

“Of course,” I stated quickly, “what guy wouldn’t enjoy being with a pretty girl like Sara?”

Teri stood and prepared to leave. “I will return to the meeting and let them know that you had some errands to run but will be back in a while.”

After she left, Sara said, “We don’t have a lot of time, but I think this is where we left off.” She stood and lifted her dress off over her head. Her soft yellow bra matched her yellow thong, which she rolled down and slipped out of quickly. Damn! Just looking at her flawless skin and those long legs started a rise in my pants.

Unlike the current trend with most young girls, Sara had not trimmed her bush. Her mound was covered with her natural curls, matted against her labia from the restrictions of the thong. She spread her legs wide and reached for my head with both hands. I leaned into her, smelling the heat of her arousal, and it was intoxicating.

I extended my tongue and her hands cupped my head behind my ears and gently guided me. I had nothing to worry about as she literally talked and guided me through twenty minutes of pleasing her just as she liked.

“Slowly; lick slowly, up and down my slit for a while. Mmmm, that’s it, just like that.”

I was hard as a rock but enjoying this too much. She was much more patient that I wanted to be, but she finally let me move. “Now inside, slide your tongue way in and press your face into me and hold it there.” I dug my face into her mound and drove in as far as it would go, and it seemed to please her.

“Yessssss….yes, just like that, hold still; let me feel it in there,” she whispered.

After a few minutes she sighed and said “Okay, now lick my clit very lightly, then suck on it very lightly, then lick it, then suck it until I tell you to stop.”

Fuck! I was almost ready to cream my pants; just the taste of her was driving me nuts, and her fingers curling in the hair on my head made my cock throb with need.

When she was ready, she held my head still, her fingers gripping tightly and she gave me the last bit of instructions. “I’m close,” she moaned, and she slipped on leg over my shoulder. “Suck my clit gently until I come,” she hissed. The feel of her soft firm thigh almost took me to the edge. Finally she shuddered against my sucking mouth.

My cock was on fire, straining in my pants as precum oozed from the tip. When she was calm again, she stood and tilted my face up and leaned down, her face meeting mine. She licked my cheeks and chin, kissed me and her tongue washed the insides of my mouth. “Mmmmm, I love the taste of my pussy,” she purred.

Taking my hand in hers, she pulled me to a standing position and knelt down in front of me. She giggled at how difficult it was for her to extricate my erection after she had unzipped my pants. She closed her eyes, reached one hand down between her legs and made love to my cock with her mouth. She said she liked girls, but it was obvious that she loved a hard cock in her mouth.

She did marvelous things with her tongue, sliding and licking the underside of my shaft as her mouth moved back and forth over it. She licked and sucked the tip so softly I could barely feel her lips, but I knew what they were doing because I watched every bit of what she did.

Even as my breathing got louder, an obvious clue that I would come soon, she never changed her rhythm. I gasped and groaned out loud as I came, watching her mouth continuing as my cum splashed and ran everywhere. It ran down my shaft, across her cheeks and down her chin but she did not stop until I gently pulled her mouth from my hard cock.

I could have fucked her right then for an hour and made her come, but that was not to be. She stood up, circled her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately again, swirling her tongue in my mouth. “I don’t like the taste of cum but I love how it feels in my mouth,” she said as she breathed into my mouth.

My heart pounded in my chest by the time she stepped back, picked up her dress and pulled it over her head. I tucked and zipped and she tossed me her thong. “I’m going to the restroom to freshen up, but you can keep these as a souvenir,” she said with a smile.

I went to the men’s’ room to wash off my face and rinse my mouth, but I slid the thong in my pants pocket.

 

 


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