Chapter 4

• Narrated by Abel.
• I couldn't be alone with Luciana any longer. I said goodbye to her and headed towards my office. When I arrived, I closed the door, and then sat down in my chair. On the desk, there was a bottle of whiskey. I poured myself a drink and took a big sip, then more and more, needing the effect of the drink to wake me up. I rubbed my face with sweaty palms, trying to erase the images of my daughter's little friend masturbating and saying my name.
• "Shit. What the hell is wrong with me?" I exclaimed, not in my right mind. Work stress and excessive alcohol were causing this inappropriate response and clouding my damn common sense. I knew showing me her naked selfie had not been a mistake; she was clearly flirting with me. It seemed she didn't care that I was much older than her. My cock was hard as a rock, threatening to burst through my pants. I cursed under my breath, angry with myself for acting so carelessly. I shouldn't have let her get so close. I was the adult, for God's sake. I let her touch my cock as I cleaned my pants. I should have realized what she was doing and stopped her, but I saw the wicked gleam in her eyes. She was too young. I shouldn't be offering such seductive advances to someone my age. But those lips, her bare thighs were tempting. A stronger man would have denied the inappropriate advances or shut them down the instant they started. The way she leaned those perfect small tits on the table... God, I wanted nothing more than to stick my cock between them. My hand had been around my penis too many times to count, fantasizing about that. I ran my hand over my erection, maybe if I stroked it a couple of times, I would release some pressure. I put my hand in my pants, moaned at the first tug, and slid up and down. Instead of seeking a meaningless release, my mind went back to her looking at me, licking her lower lip with her tongue. Fuck... I stroked harder. I would go to hell if I kept thinking about my daughter's friend; the fact that she was eighteen should be a big reason to stop masturbating. The problem was that my mind kept replaying the way her hand went into her pussy when she masturbated. My eyelids grew heavy, I closed them completely, and kept working my cock with my hand, trying to fight against the images of her pink nipples, I would bet her pussy was just as pink. "Fuck" I groaned, working faster. That naughty girl was teasing me. Wanting...
• A knock on the door of my office made my head lift and my eyes widen. Shit. I released my cock from my hand, shaking my head. What the hell was I doing?
• "Mr. Brown?" I heard Luciana's voice as she peeked her head in. "What are you doing?" she asked as she entered my office without my permission. My pants were unbuttoned, and my cock was still hard in my lap. "Maybe I can help you with your work," she added in a lustful tone.
• "Luciana, I think you should go to bed," I said, my voice not sounding convincing, and my cock throbbed with every step she took. "I'm serious. It's not a good idea," I added.
• She didn't listen. This naughty girl didn't listen.
• "Mr. Brown, or can I call you Abel?" she asked with a lot of confidence. Damn, the way my name came out of her tongue through her red lips was exciting. I couldn't stop thinking about how beautiful my cock would look in her throat. It was impossible to look away from her eyes as she circled my desk. "Oh, Mr. Brown, what have you been doing?" she mentioned. A mischievous smile formed on her lips; her tongue protruded to lick her lower lip.
• "This is not what it looks like. It's not what you...
• "I think it's exactly what it looks like," she said, leaning forward, lifting the cotton skirt she had on from the afternoon to slowly crawl up to my desk. Her buttocks peeked out from behind, my hand ached to spank her naughty and naked little bottom. Then she crawled to the center of my desk, then maneuvered to stand in front of me. Her legs were wide open, she wasn't wearing panties, she was naked, I had a privileged view of her pussy. "As I said, maybe I can help you," she mentioned, she approached, and my hands rose to wrap around her naked thighs to stop her.
• "Luciana, what are you doing?" I said with too much desire. Her hands covered mine. They were small, but warm. "Mr. Brown, let's not deceive ourselves. Something is happening between us. Tell me you don't desire me, if you tell me that I've imagined everything, I'll leave your office right now," she said, starting to guide my hands along her thighs, but I moved away, this was a mistake. I needed to tell her to leave, but she continued to tease me. "I know you want this. I see the way you look at me. We share a burning desire that consumes us from within. I am willing to give you exactly what you crave," she said with a tone that indicated she was serious.
• My cock twitched with her words.
• "Luciana, stop," I demanded. She laughed and I couldn't help but be hypnotized by the way her throat moved as she swallowed. My attention returned to her skirt, which now barely covered her. "Luciana," I warned, but it only gave her more power.
• "Let's stop pretending that you're just a little curious," she said, sliding her skirt even more, exposing her pussy even more. "Because I feel more than just curiosity for you," she said, taking my cock in her hand, but I took her by the wrist.
• "Stop this right now," I said, trying to sound serious.
• "Stop what? This?" she said, spreading her legs even wider, opening her pussy even more, the folds were visible. With her free hand, she inserted a finger into her wet vagina, sliding in and out. "This could be you. I bet your fingers would feel amazing," she murmured, as I watched fascinated as she touched herself with her fingers, then she leaned her head back, and parted her lips, I remembered at that moment when I saw her masturbate. Damn, I didn't know who was enjoying this more. I was dying to take my cock in my fist and touch myself while watching her.
• "I can smell your excitement," I said, surprised by my own confession. Alcohol was taking the lead, making my mind confused between right and wrong. I wanted to pull her off my desk and demand that she leave, but I was too captivated by her. Her boldness to come here and offer herself to me... Do you know how private I have been craving the taste of something delicious and forbidden? The way she touched herself was exciting.
• Then she slowly pulled her finger out and brought it to my lips.
• "Open, Mr. Brown," she said. Damn, this was wrong, but my lips opened anyway, allowing her to insert her finger covered. The wild beast in me broke free and attacked, sucking it until it was clean. "See what you're missing," she added, tempting me even more.
• I wondered if I should continue with this game, but my brain wasn't thinking clearly at that moment. My forbidden desire for her was stronger than anything else, and it told me I should continue.