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room as Zachary gave her notice that her gentle initiation was over—she would be taken relentlessly from here onwards.  She beat the sofa with her fists as he carried on without giving her a moment of respite.  But just as she felt her orgasm build to the point of no return, he stopped abruptly.
    “Zac, please!” she begged.
    “I’m not ready for you to come yet.”  He got to his feet and walked around the sofa, freeing his erection on the way.  When he was standing directly in front of her he commanded, “Open wide for me, sweetheart.”
    Samantha braced her hands on the sofa and did as instructed, surprised at how eager she felt to taste him again.  With her hands occupied with bearing her weight he had total control of how deeply she took him.  Yet, he stood slightly out of reach, letting her just tongue the tip of his shaft at first, and then inch by inch moving closer until she had him lodged firmly at the back of her throat.  There was still a few more inches to go, but he wrapped his hand around the base himself before starting to thrust smoothly into her mouth.
     
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MY DAD’S BOSS
    It was a Mr Hudson, but not the one I expected. This was his good-looking bastard of a son, Nicholas.
    His eyes opened in surprise, then he smiled and said, “Hi, Bruiser!”
    I hated that name!  It was a painful reminder of the first time we’d met.  I had still been wearing the stupid dental braces my mother had insisted I needed, though I’d thought my teeth were fine.  People tell me I have a killer smile now, so I guess the pain and embarrassment at the time were worth it.  But that hadn’t been the most embarrassing thing of meeting him that day.  I had bumped into my friend, Gemma, in gym class the day before. And, I mean bumped into, literally.  She was shorter then so her hard head had connected with my left eye.  I hadn’t wanted to attend the stupid company picnic with an eye the colour of a rainbow, but my father had insisted, saying that I was too young to be left at home on my own.  And, added to all that, I had woken up with my first ever teenage spot that same bloody morning.  I had looked and felt like hell.  I felt even worse when I met Mr Hudson’s eldest son, who just graduated from Cambridge and was off to work in the States on a four-year contract, the next week.  He’d been dressed casually in a polo shirt and black jeans, but he’d looked so worldly and sophisticated, I’d felt like a ten-year-old and I’d wished he had bloody gone to America a week early.
    He looked suave and even better looking now, sitting behind his father’s desk and wearing a light grey shirt which perfectly matched his eyes.  I stared at him stupidly for several seconds, realizing in horror that except for the top which occasionally rode up and showed the undersides of my breasts and the short skirt my mother often threatened to burn or give to the twelve-year-old girl next door, I was naked to his gaze.
    “So, Bruiser,  what can I do for you?”
    “I’m here to see your father.”  My voice came out wobbly.
    “My father retired three months ago.  He and Mum are currently on a Caribbean cruise.”
    “So who’s in charge?” I asked, hoping that I was mistaken in thinking that he was.
    “I am, of course.  Who did you expect to be?”
    This is why my dad was worried, I realized.  Old Mr Hudson had known him for years and knew how good he was at his job as an investment banker.  This young upstart would only see the money he would lose if he lost Mrs North’s account.  I decided it would be foolish to beg him for anything. 
    “Never mind, then.” I grabbed the side of the door wishing that I could back through it instead of having to turn around and walk through it.  My mother claimed that the cheeks of my ass were visible under the skirt, but I disagreed totally. The only things visible were the tops