His Nasty Little Pussy

DAMIAN

I watched as Emma walked her perfect little ass right out of my office and waited until I was sure she couldn’t hear me before I let out the groan I’d been holding in. When she’d first run into me in the hallway, I’d had to work hard to stifle my surprise at seeing her. She looked embarrassed, and there had been a sexy flush to her skin. In my fantasies she looks a little like that after I make her cum. I thought about that for a second. There had been a delicious smell coming off her. I’d noticed it when she gripped my shoulders. It was like she’d just had that small hand of hers buried in her pussy. It was a smell that had made every muscle in my body tense as everything left my brain except the need to fuck her. I made a mental note to review the security footage from the hall later on when I got home. Just what had she been up to out there before I walked out? And why in the hell had I hired her? I’d been doing my absolute best to avoid her since her little roller-skating incident, and now I’d just ensured I’d be seeing her on pretty much a daily basis.

My raging hard-on was a very vivid reminder of exactly why I’d done it. I’d been obsessed with the little minx who lived down the street from me ever since she’d almost landed on her ass several months ago. I knew she was 18 because I followed all her social media accounts-like I said, obsessed-but I still didn’t think she’d appreciate or welcome all the things I wanted to do to her.

She probably didn’t even remember who I was, although her hard nipples suggested that she might like to get to know me a little bit better. I smiled at the memory of how uncomfortable she’d looked when she’d noticed me staring at them. She’d wiggled her ass a bit in the chair under my gaze, but she’d kept her arms where they were, and refused to lower her eyes. The look of defiance on her face had made my cock grow to a painful size, and it hadn’t gone down since. All I could think about was how sexy that same bold look would be if I saw it looking up at me as she sucked my cock.

That idiot Jessica hadn’t done shit to ease my frustration. Come to think of it, no woman had even come close to satisfying me ever since I saw Emma that first time she skated past my house in shorts so short half her ass was hanging out and a tank that cupped her perfect tits like a second skin. She was the only one I wanted, and now all my days would be filled with this kind of sexual frustration as I got to watch her busing tables. At least I’d had enough blood left in my brain to not hire her as a waitress or a dancer. Just the idea of other men watching her parade around in our skimpy waitress outfits or, worse, watch them stuffing dollar bills in the even skimpier dancer outfits, had me wanting to kill someone. No, as long as I owned the club, Emma would never be anything more than a busgirl. I was going to have a hard enough time keeping the men off her with even that job. She was just too fucking beautiful to not notice.

I thought about her long, dark hair and large, gray eyes, her porcelain skin and tight, young body. She had perky tits that I wanted to latch my mouth onto and never let go and an ass that was just begging to be spanked. Before I knew it, I’d freed my cock and was stroking myself in a fast rhythm while I thought about bending Emma over my desk and fucking that tight little cunt of hers. I wanted to claim that pussy and make it mine. In my mind, it always had been. When I came, I thought about pumping her full of my seed, claiming her womb, breeding her over and over again.

The orgasm left me gasping as the power of it continued to thunder through me. Holy Fuck! I’d thought about fucking Emma more times than I could count, but I’d never thought about getting her pregnant, but now that the idea was in my head, I knew it was all I’d be thinking about.

Thinking was all I’d be doing, though, I thought as I cleaned myself up. There was no way in hell a fertile young thing like that would be interested in being with a man more than half her age and having his babies.

Lots of babies, the annoying voice in my head added.

There were only a few hours until Emma’s first shift started, and I knew I needed to clear my head before then. Grabbing the gym bag I always kept handy, I headed out of my office. The Feisty Raven was known as a nightclub because that’s when it really came to life, but we also opened during the day for the lunch crowd, and the tables were packed as usual when I made my way out. I’d built this place from the ground up, and I was damn proud of it.

Catching the dayshift bouncer’s attention, I motioned him over to the bar where Sally was busy pouring drinks. She was an absolute pro behind the bar, and one of the best hiring decisions I’d ever made. When she’d applied for the position, she’d said, “I know I’m on the other side of 50, but my tits are still good, and I can make any damn drink you want. I’m also never sick and always show up on time.”

I’d hired her immediately and never looked book.

When she was free, she walked over to where Rick and I were leaning against the end of the bar, wiping the dark wood as she went.

“What’s up?” she asked, throwing a couple of soggy coasters away.

“I’m gonna head to the gym for a bit, but I’ll be back before evening shift.”

She raised an eyebrow at me as if to say, And? They were all used to me stepping out to hit the gym, and I didn’t usually give them updates like this.

“I’ve hired a new young lady as a busgirl,” I said. “She’ll be in at six to start.”

Sally raised her eyebrow even more. “We don’t need a busgirl, Damian.

We need a waitress.”

“I know, and I’ll hire one.” I held up my hand and added, “Quickly,” when I saw her eyes start to crinkle in annoyance.

Rick, who had been standing there silently, said, “One of my buddies’ kids is actually looking for a waitressing gig. She’s 21 and has the experience and is pretty damn easy on the eyes. I could ask her to come in and interview if you want.”

“Perfect,” I said, slamming my hand on the bar. “Tell her she’s hired if she can start tonight.” I looked at Sally and shot her a wide grin. “Happy?” I got a half-smile and a harrumph, but I counted that as a win.

“I’ll be back in a bit,” I said. “Call me if you need me.” I gave a quick wave and left. I planned to completely exhaust my body so that when Emma came in for her shift, I’d be too dead tired to get hard.

I was very, very wrong.