For Mr. Morgan
She up at him when she released the buckle. Her hand slowly moved the zipper down as she popped the snap lose with the other. The bulge was bigger now, making it hard for her to pull down his jeans before finally lowering the elastic band on his boxers and releasing the tension in her arms as her breasts fell to their natural position again. She looked at it without mouthing a word. It was big. She didn’t have anyone to compare it to, but she knew enough to know it was bigger than normal. It hung slightly, pointing towards her. She slowly moved her hand up to touch it before he grabbed her wrist.
“Rachel, what are doing? Did you ask to touch it?” He stroked her hair with his other hand moving it down the side of her face under her jaw. Softly, he lifted her face to look at his. “What do you want to do?”
Her legs were shaking slightly; she wanted to squeeze her legs and rub them together to help the tingling that moved from her stomach and seemed to radiate from under her panties, but she liked how exposed she felt spread out in front of him. His hand felt strong on her wrist, not hurtful; strong. In control. She understood then what he needed and what she wanted. It’s a role to play. One to make each other happy. To enjoy pretty things.
“I want to touch it, Mr. Morgan,” she replied.
“Touch what,” he asked her.
“I want to touch your penis, Mr. Morgan.”
He kept his hand under her chin. “No, you can’t do that. You can touch my cock. My hard cock. You can touch someone else’s penis, but you can only touch my hard cock. Do you understand?”
She knew her voice would shake but she answered.
“Yes, sir. I want… I want to touch your hard cock, Mr. Morgan.” She had never said that word before and it sounded so different than how she had ever spoken to anyone in her life. Her voice broke up at the end as she took a short breath through her dry mouth. She moved her tongue over her braces out of a nervous habit, but it didn’t feel like a habit this time. She felt like it was the first time she ever did it. Aware of how she was making him feel, she fell into her role. Her braces, her freckles, being Ms. Morgan, being a good girl.
“I’m a good girl, Mr. Morgan. Can I please touch your hard cock?”
He let go of her hand and moved closer, spreading her legs further. She could see her yellow panties now when she looked down and felt her wetness start to spread over them.
“Lean back so I can see your tits while you jerk me off, Rachel. You don’t show your breasts to me. When I tell you to, you’ll show me your tits.”
Rachel did as she was told, leaning back against the leather chair, as she sat on the very edge. She wanted him to see all of her. She put her arms over her head and spread her wobbling legs out further.
“Like this, Mr. Morgan?” She asked.
“What are you doing, Rachel?” He asked.
“I’m showing you my tits, Mr. Morgan. I’m showing you my little tits,” She replied.
“Those aren’t little, Rachel. Touch it, now.”
Rachel leaned up slightly and put her small hand on his penis (Mr. Morgan’s hard cock). It wasn’t what she thought it would be, feeling the warm skin and the pulsing underneath. She realized it was harder now than before. It stood up instead of pointing at her and the thickness kept her from completely closing her hand around it, but she felt like she could squeeze it too hard and make it hurt. She didn’t feel a hard pole like she expected; It was a violent storm that needed to be coaxed out. He was in charge and vulnerable standing over his young secretary, barely 18 years old. She was vulnerable and in charge with her hand wrapped around his hard cock. They each had a role to fill. She moved her hand feeling the smoothness of his skin and the softness of the veins bulging to the full head that grew bigger as she moved her hand up and down softly.
“I don’t know what to do, Mr. Morgan. Will you tell me?” She looked up at him making sure she asked as softly as possible. She wasn’t completely sure how to do this, but she had some idea.
“I’ve never done it before. You aren’t going to tell are you?” She asked, wide eyed.
“No, we won’t tell anyone anything. Keep moving your hand like that, Rachel. It feels good. Do you like making me feel good?” He asked as he ran his hand over her hair again.
“Yes, sir, Mr. Morgan. I’m your good girl.”
She gripped harder to feel the pulsing underneath and then it happened. She saw clear liquid seep out of the tip. She didn’t stop but watched as it made a droplet and fall on her hand. She leaned up out of the chair to get closer.
“That wasn’t as eventful as I thought” Rachel remembered overhearing Natalie tell some girls that her boyfriend made a mess in her dad’s car. Natalie was always dramatic.
“Do you know what that is, Rachel?”
“Is it semen, Mr. Morgan? Did I do it right then?”
He moved closer to her, his hard cock near her face now.
“Yes, you are doing it right. That is pre cum. When you do well, I’ll cum for you. Semen is for your books and sex ed classes. Pre cum happens before you make me cum. Do you want me to cum for you, Rachel?”
“Yes, Mr. Morgan. I want to see you cum,”
“Isn’t that what was happening?” She thought. She knew that men would ejaculate but she never saw it. She watched movies but her parents had blocks on their phones ever since Jonathon’s “incident” a few years ago. The scenes never showed everything about this part, and she never really bothered to look. Why risk it? She had a boyfriend. One she could take to the prom and out for occasional dinners. Clinical. Boring. Appropriate.