Story 34
Description: Young Zoey is at a crossroads. Her parents are tired of her aimless ways and she is tired of their rules. She has no idea how to get the money she needs to strike out on her own. One day at work, the possible answer walks right through the door. Mr. Ellis was older, gorgeous, and most importantly, well established. They always flirted and he always tipped her well. She knew he could be a good friend to her if she played her cards correctly.
It's a sign I thought. It must be meant to be. The solution to all my problems just cruised right through the front door of the coffee shop where I was so gainfully, but yet so unhappily employed. How could I have forgotten about that gorgeous, old, money bags, Mr. Ellis? He had stopped in for coffee just about every morning of my year-long tenure at the shop.
We always flirted and he always tipped me exceedingly well. Attraction wise, older men usually did nothing for me, but there was something smooth, sexy, and alluring about Mr. Ellis. If he looked this good now, I can only imagine how handsome he must have been at my age. He owned several businesses and was generous with his money. It was time that I gave the idea of having a sugar daddy some serious thought.
I was in the same predicament as many nineteen year-olds. My parents had threatened to kick me out of their house if I didn't get my priorities in order. I was more than ready to strike out on my own. Their rules were antiquated and depressing. I am an adult now, a young one, but an adult nonetheless. I wasn't enjoying my young adult life living under their harsh restrictions.
I couldn't afford my own place because the pay at this coffee shop job was just not cutting it. Never having worked before, this was the only job I could land. I wouldn't even have landed this gig if my Mom and the owner weren't such long time friends. There was no way I would be making any moves with this minimal income.
Just as I was beginning to give up on the idea of getting my own spot, Mr. Ellis walks in. We often joked about him being my sugar daddy but until this very moment, it was just that, an innocent little joke. I decided to plead my case to him to see what opportunities he might be willing to throw my way. It worked like a charm. He told me he'd be happy to get me started and to give him a call.
I was so ready to get out of my parents' house that I called him the very next day. I went to his main office for an interview. I picked out something cute but not so obvious. I wanted him to know I was willing to use my feminine wiles but that I also wanted to be taken seriously. I would flirt but I wasn't going to throw myself at him. I was going to play this calm, cool, and collected.
“Thanks for seeing me, Mr. Ellis,” I said as I entered his office.
“No problem, Zoey. I'm pleased to help. I don't have much time today so let's make this quick. To be honest, Zoey, what I can offer you is probably not going to pay much more than the coffee shop. There are opportunities for advancement but there is be a long list of current employees vying for those positions. If you're OK with that, then sure, I will give you a job. I've been a big fan of yours at the coffee shop. I'd certainly be glad to take you on here.”
I didn't want to push my luck but I couldn't help but ask. “Mr. Ellis, thank you. I appreciate the job offer but I do want to ask one more question.”
“Go ahead,” he beckoned.
“What are the chances of you floating me an advance?”
He threw his head back in laughter. “How about putting a couple of weeks in first, then we'll talk about it. Keep it to yourself though. I don't need all of my employees thinking I'm a pushover.”
“No problem, Mr. Ellis. And thanks again.”
“Everyone calls me Dom, short for Dominick. My assistant will get your paperwork together and I'll see you Monday morning.” We ironed out a few more details before I left. Whether he knew it or not, Dom was going to give me that advance. I was going to do whatever I needed to do to make sure of that.
My first few weeks flew by. As Dom had warned me, my initial pay wasn't much more than I had earned at the coffee shop. It would cover rent at a cheap place, but I still needed extra money for the security deposits. His other assistant was running late one morning so I took the opportunity to push the issue of an advance.
“Sooo, Dom, how about that advance? I just need a few thousand dollars, that's all.” I asked as flirtatiously as I could; twisting my hair and flashing my pearly whites.
“A few thousand dollars,” he smirked. “That's quite an advance. You'll have to do more than just smile and look pretty to get that kind of money out of me.”
“What do I need to do?” I asked already pretty sure of the answer.
He leaned back in his recliner and looked me up and down. “What do you think you can do to make me part with my money? You say I'm your sugar daddy but you've never given me any sugar.”
“You're right, Dom. Maybe I should fix that,” I replied in my sexy voice.
“Maybe you should.” he agreed as he summoned me behind his desk. I locked the door and glided over to him. He stood up to greet me and we kissed. It was a long, tongue melding kiss. Our lips locked as our tongues latched on to each other's so intensely you could hardly tell which tongue belonged to whom.
We kissed wildly and passionately as our hands began to explore each other. His hands slid around my neck, down my throat, and onto my blouse over my breasts. My hands drifted down his chest to the protruding bulge in his trousers. He sat down in his recliner and pulled me onto his lap.
We exchanged tongues for a minute or so before he pulled his away.
“Do you know how to suck dick, Zoey?”
“I will suck the hell out of your dick, Dom.”
“Good, baby,” he replied running his fingers through my hair. “Just one thing, though. I know I told you to call me Dom, but while we're fucking and sucking, I want you to call me Mr. Ellis? Would you do that for me?”
“Yes, Mr. Ellis,” I complied.
“Perfect, Zoey, now put my dick in your mouth and suck it.”
“Yes, Mr. Ellis,” I repeated. Not only was I going to get this advance, but by the time I finished sucking him off, he would be paying all my bills. I hadn't been penetrated a lot but dick sucking was in my wheelhouse.
I slid off his lap and nestled in between his legs. I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his trousers, and leaned back so he could take them off completely. I slid his boxers down right behind his pants. Bingo! I sure did pick a winner for a sugar daddy. His meat was thick, long, and shooting up to the ceiling. Other than the super huge, almost fake looking porno dicks, this was the most massive meat stick I had ever seen.
I fantasized about experiencing a huge cock but now that I was being confronted with one, I wondered if I could handle it. It was time for me to expand my sexual horizons and Dom's, I mean Mr. Ellis' cock was just the vast vehicle to take my twat on an orgasmic trip.
I started by playing with his large, stiff prick. I ran my fingers up and down it before trying to wrap a hand around it. It was so wide that my fingertips weren't touching. I put my other hand on top of the first and slowly stroked his pecker from his base to his humongous head. I stroked it to and fro. I spit on his sword to lubricate it, to elicit further delight from my hand job.
I looked up at him with my big, brown, doe eyes and slowly leaned forward with my tongue sticking out as if I were aiming it towards the tip of his big beast. My teasing was starting to get to him as evidenced by the wiggling he was doing in his chair. He began to play with my hair again but I knew that he was only doing that so that he could slam my mouth onto his pecker.
I smacked his hand away and waved my index finger at him. I was in control of this blow job. I was the boss right now. I continued my tongue's taunting descent towards his cock until it landed at the base of his shaft. As slowly as I could, I slid my tongue up his cock until it reached the summit of his mountainous, round, mushroom cap.
I circled the tip with my mouth's wagging wanderer before coasting it down his missile again. I held the stocky soldier in my hands as I nibbled and kissed around it until every inch of every side had been properly teased by my tongue. I rubbed it against my face and blew on it softly as it whizzed by my lips. It was pulsating now, almost begging to make its way into my mouth.
I slid my hands up his chest and pushed him further back in his recliner. I was going to need as much room as possible to give him the blow job that such an enormous fuck rod deserved. I let his cock bounce around my lips before I opened my mouth wide and slipped his hulk sized head into it. I suckled and savored his head a few moments before easing my mouth down his gargantuan glory.
I got halfway down the beast before pulling back to nibble on his head some more. I plunged down again on his rod, this time I barreled completely down until the entirety of his manhood was running down my throat. I bobbed up and down, delicately at first; my tongue providing the runway as his missile cruised in and out of my mouth.
“Just like that Zoey,” he moaned. He grabbed me by the back of my head and started pushing his cock up into my mouth. I didn't smack his hands away this time. Instead, I enjoyed him pumping his meat in my jaws. I clenched them snugly around his rotund member. I slobbered on his love muscle as it stretched my mouth to capacity. I sucked as he pumped and he pumped as I sucked.
His pumping grew more aggressive as my blow job grew more intense. He was moaning and groaning as he twisted his cock in and out of my mouth to the tune of his own sex noise. He gripped me by my hair to make sure that his throbbing manhood had nowhere to go but inside my mouth. His fleshy rocket knocked against my tonsils as it searched for a landing space down my throat.
“Do you like it, Mr. Ellis?”