THE PATHWAY TO SUCCESS IS THE SAME ONE THAT LEADS TO MY GRAVE
Accidentally Walking in on My Boss’s Daughter and Her Fine Naked Ass
If He Finds Out I’m Not Long for This World . . .
[WARNING — THIS IS A ZATANNA “XTRA” DARK STORY WITH NON-CON THEMES! — YOU HAVE BEEN OFFICIALLY WARNED!]
My heart hasn’t stopped pounding since I drove past his high security gate. I know this part is needed for me to enter the next stage of my career, but that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t be scared to death. What if I trip, say something dumb or God forbid, spill my drink?
Trying to decide where to park is enough to make my hands shake! What the fuck? If I park too close to his front door, I’ll seem presumptuous. Too far away, I’ll be sweating by the time I walk to his porch. Who am I kidding? I’m already sweating like crazy. Maybe the walk will allow me time to dry off some?
Finally choosing a spot in the middle, I rest my head on my steering wheel until, {tap} {tap} {tap} “Hey you! What are you doing out here?”
What the hell? Less than a minute and one of his security guys or thugs, not even sure which, is at my window. Rolling down my window, yes, rolling. I don’t want to hear it! I roll down my window and respond; “I have a meeting with Mr. Karloeon.”
“Than why are you still in your car? Mr. Karloeon doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Quickly I get out of my Pinto to be guided by the guard towards the mansion.
He comments, “You’re either one of the bravest people I’ve met lately or one of the dumbest. Those things are just an ass tap away from a fiery death.”
I go with staying quiet, fully aware I’m not the bravest person he’s met. He guides me into the tallest foyer I’ve ever seen! A few seconds later, I get dizzy, tip and he catches me. Saving my head from a visit with the hard marble flooring.
“Dude! You need to breathe! Maybe you should just leave? We don’t need your kind of trouble today. Mr. Karloeon is already up to his neck in family problems, so he’s not in a good mood.”
Realizing I had actually forgot to breathe after walking through the doorway to my future, I thank and apologize to the guard. “Thanks for saving my noggin there. I’m ok now and promise to not be any more problems. I would like to still have my meeting if that’s ok?”
“No need to thank me. I really don’t give a fuck about you or your head. I’ve just been cleaning up way too much blood lately and didn’t want to start today out that way. I’ll let him know you’re here.”
The guard never bothered to ask my name, so I attempted to introduce myself. He was already on his phone and held up his massive fucking hand! Holy fuck! That thing is huge!
“Boss . . . Pinto is here to see you . . . Ok . . . I’ll bring him in.”
. . .
Physically I was still upright, but mentally I had blacked out. I don’t even remember entering his office, but here I am, standing before his desk made out of more wood than it would take to build a nice houseboat.
“I said take a seat!”
Oh God! I start to bend my knees and he adds, “In a chair.”
Turning back, I see had he not warned me, I would have just landed on his cat. Fuck! That was close. Shuffling two steps right, I slowly sit down, ready to talk. Even though I haven’t a clue of what to say?
Before anything more can be said, the guard enters and says, “Boss . . . Rolls is here to see you.”
“Didn’t I say if you burst in again without knocking, I would kill you?”
“Yes sir, you did sir, sorry sir. Shall I bring you your gun?”
“Not right now, I have more important issues to deal with. You.” Pointing at me, “You need to wait in the other room. And you,” pointing at the guard, “you need to send in Rolls.”
. . .
Like another transition in a movie, I’m magically in a different room, bigger than my whole apartment with no clue how I even got here? There’s no one else around and I have to piss horribly bad. One thing for sure, I can’t afford to piss on any of his furniture, much less his rug. Guessing any one of these is worth more than I make in a year.
Without knowing how I got in here, I for sure don’t know which way I even came from? There are four routes in and out, so I’ll just pick the one in front of me. Halfway down the hall and I can hear Mr. Karloeon angrily talking with one of his guards.
“I don’t give a fuck what Amber says! I know that son of a bitch fucked her! You need to find him and bring him to me! I will deal with this problem myself, once and for all! NOW GO!”
“Yes Boss! Right away Boss!”
I move behind some furniture in the hall a second before the double doors open and another one of his guards hard stomps his way down a larger hall. The double doors slam and I do a quick 180 to get the hell out! Career advancement is not worth dying over.
Still needing to piss I head down a third hall, only to see two more guards in deep discussion. Same problem with my third choice. There has to be a fucking bathroom somewhere! The only direction not yet taken is up stairs. With bedrooms up there, that’s also where the most bathrooms will be.
Moving as quickly as I can to avoid pissing myself, I try the first door, which is locked. The second is a closet. The third . . .
“Boss thinks he may still be in the house. I’m going upstairs.”
. . . I just open and step inside to discover the heavenly vision that also just sealed my fate! “Fuck!”
The redheaded angel, breast side down on her bed, with her perfect ass sticking up and hanging out of her too small of white panties. Her feet and calves covered in knee-high white socks with her toes pointing up, says, “But we just met? Either way, I suggest you lock that door and quick.”
I turn to flip the lock just as the guard grabs and tries the door. Both the door and my heart shake, before he moves on to the next. Turning back around, I can’t help but do a potty dance in efforts to not piss myself in from of her.
She smirks and points to my left. I run into her bathroom, which is covered mainly in pink, getting to her toilet just barely in time. With my eyes closed, I breathe out long and slow. As I inhale, I feel her warm body and very large and firm breasts pressing up against my ass and back, causing me to miss badly.
“Oh God! I’m so sorry . . . um . . . ah?”
“Amber . . . my name is Amber. I’m guessing you know my dad?”
“Yes . . . yes I do know your dad, which is why I need to leave like right now! I thank you for letting me use your bathroom and am so sorry about missing your toilet, but I need to go, I really need to go right now.”
Dead serious, she looks at me and says, “But you can’t go. You saw me in my panties and my dad won’t like it when he finds out.”
“Then how about we don’t tell him. I won’t tell him and you shouldn’t either. It’s our little secret. So, which direction is the quickest way out of here?”
Amber comments, “But I am going to tell him.”
“Wait! What? Why?”
“Because I want you to lick me. If you lick me until I cum, I won’t tell anyone that you saw me in my panties.”
“Amber, you seem like a very sweet girl. The kind of sweet girl that wouldn’t threaten blackmail on a stranger, just to get them to lick you. So, can I just leave . . . please?”
Silently she stares at me for less than thirty seconds, before her eyes tear up. “Don’t you like me? You think I’m ugly? You won’t lick me because I’m ugly.”
I’m so royally fucked here! “No! Just the opposite! You are one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen. Like a redheaded angel.”
Amber’s tears turn off, “Than lick me or I will tell my dad you made me cry.”
. . .
With no other option and me not wanting to die, I agree to Amber’s demands. She’s on her back, panties off and knees up and spread. Her stocking feet are tickling my sides as my tongue works it’s magic on the most delicious pussy I’ve ever feasted upon!
In addition to her flavor being amazing, so are her sounds and actions she’s making with every motion of my tongue. Tiny squirms, mini moans, thighs flexing and her head tipping back further. Her chest is pushing upwards with every heavy breath and my cock is quickly the hardest it’s ever been!
Holy Fuck! If I die right here and now, I’ll be at peace, as long as I get to take every detail of this moment with me. As I continue, her left foot has wiggled its way under my stomach and into the front of my pants! Would love to ask if she performs in a circus, but can’t because both of her hands have the back of my head and my mouth is pussy gagged.
The voices of the guards along with their getting angrier footsteps pass outside her door once again. I glance up in fear, non-verbally begging to leave . . .
Making the most serious of eye contact yet, Amber whispers, “You’re not done yet.”
Taking in another deep breath, this time laced heavily with the smell and taste of her piping hot love muffin, my body shudders at the thrill of everything Amber. My tongue and lips work hard as both my hands slide under her ass to help lift her tastiness ever closer.
Her what were quiet moans moments earlier, are slowly growing louder by the second as her body tenses up with every touch of my tongue. I mumble for her to be quiet, but she only responds by pushing and pulling my face deeper into her heaven.
If she doesn’t quiet down soon, I am going to die! Since she can’t understand me, my only option is to just stop licking. It only takes two seconds of inaction before angry Amber joins us in what suddenly feels like a threesome.
Forcing my head upwards, her angry eyes and evil voice says, “If you don’t lick me to orgasm I will tell my dad!”
I’m completely confused, because wouldn’t me refusing to lick her to orgasm be a good thing? I don’t even know what the right answer is to this threat?
She pulls her too small of top up so her naked breasts join our crowd while telling me in no uncertain terms, “If you don’t finish me, I will finish you my self!”
Her eyes momentarily glance towards her nightstand as do mine. What at first I thought was just one more pink item added to her endless collection of pink items, turns out to be the pink grip of a custom Smith and Wesson .38 Special.
The choice here is obvious, and that’s to go back to heavens buffet until I can’t eat any longer. Her second stocking covered foot snuggling up inside the front of my now very crowded pants, helps me to forget my impending death if I fail her.
As good as she tasted the first time, she only gets more delicious as both of us are right on the edge of orgasm! The footsteps and voices, this time three voices stop right outside her door. Oh My Fucking God!
Amber isn’t stopping or quieting as she goes over the edge a second before me. Her squeals of delight are anything but quiet, as is the deep voice from the hall that says, “Listen, she’s doing it again. Wish my only job was to lay in my room and masturbate myself to orgasm all day long.”
The other just as deep voice replies, “Since you’re one of the biggest jerkoffs I know, that’s pretty much all you do.”
Amber squeals while adding tiny giggles of pleasure between each breath and upward pussy thrusts.
“Fuck off and be quiet! I’m trying to listen to her.”
Do these idiots not realize that if they can hear her, she can hear them? Or do they just not care?
With Amber squealing and humping, her feet have switched to more of an uncontrolled slipping and jerking around against the tip of my cock. Everyone in my pants party is cum covered and happy to be there.
The third voice in the hall is coming through some type of speaker. [“Did you find him? Boss is getting really pissed!”]
“No, we checked every room including the attic, basement, storage and garage. We haven’t found him anywhere.”
[“Including Amber’s room?”]
Oh Fuck! I’m trying to get my face out of Amber’s crotch, but she hard grabs my hair, holding me in place.
“No. Her door is locked.”
[“And why exactly do you think you were given a key to her room?”]
Oh God! I try again and she only pulls me in even harder, this time adding a firm command of, “STAY!”
“I understand that sir, but it sounds like she’s . . . busy in there right now.”
[“When you were told to check every last room, that meant every last room!”]
We both can hear a key entering the door and I struggle to give her more nonverbal begging to let me go. She whispers, “They never get it on the first try.”
So I die on the second try?!?! She crams my face in deep one more time as her whole body stiffens up! Her head tips back and her mouth opens wide, releasing a soundless squeal! I watch her breasts dance and wiggle from her pleasures.
Another key enters the doorknob as I cum a second time. I’m pretty sure it’s just my body preemptively releasing its fluids for my upcoming death. Hopefully I’ll hold off on pissing and shitting myself until after they kill me.
“Fucking idiot! It’s the one with the pink on it! Use the key with the pink on it!”
Just as the key enters, Amber twists and rolls me off the backside of her bed with little to no effort. Adding a quiet, “Hide” just as the door opens! I quickly scoot under the bed and try to slow my heavy as fuck breathing.
The guards both enter the room, as from the sounds, Amber’s fingers enter her pussy. She goes back to squealing until she acts surprised at their entry, “Oh, hi guys! Are you here to watch or did daddy send you up here to help?”
In a fumbling voice, “We are so so sorry Amber . . . we didn’t know you were . . . busy.”
The other guard adds, “Sure we did, we could hear her in the hall.”
Sounds of an elbow hitting a gut precede a, “Shut the fuck up! We’ll just . . .”
“Wait, there’s a trail of cum going off the side of her bed!”
I’m cornered! I’m helpless! They’re huge and armed! I freeze as they both drop to their bellies to reach under Amber’s bed. I’ll never forget the next 60 seconds of pure havoc and screams.
Arms and legs are flailing, massive hands grabbing at limbs. It seems every one of Mr. Karloeon’s guards has massive hands.
“I’M SORRY! JUST LET ME GO!”
“Mr. Karloeon wants a word with you.”
“SHE MADE ME DO IT! IT WASN’T MY IDEA!”
“Don’t take him! I love him!”
Two more spurts of cum shoot out of my cock. How is that even possible?
The fight to not be dragged past her doorway goes on for longer than expected until the guards win out and her door is slammed closed!
“Lock your door Amber! We’ll take it from here.”
As she closes the deadbolt, Amber screams through the door one last time, “I LOVE YOU!”
I see and feel nothing but darkness and lost hope, until the sound of a distant gun goes off. A beam of light hits my face when Amber lifts up the side of her bedspread. The face of an angel looks under her bed towards me and says, “You can come out now . . . you’re not finished. I want more licks.”
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