Mr Taylor

MIGUEL TAYLOR POV

Once the meeting with CEO of Richard Furnishing came to an end.

I watched him signed the business deal and shook hands with him afterwards.

“I look forward to our future business together” i said.

Once he was gone, I reached for my phone which had gone off a few different times while I was working.

Lydia.

The girl was difficult, but as my only child, I loved her no matter what she did. She was my princess. For years I had tried to correct Lydia’s behavior, but her mother was always an obstacle.

“Won’t be coming home tonight. We will be attending a pool party and will be passing the night outside”

Shaking my head, I sighed. There was no arguing with this girl.

'That's fine” I typed back.

A few moments passed, and I watched the small bubbles at the bottom of our chat move.

“See.”

A photo pushed through on my screen, and I smiled at my beautiful daughter, Lydia, dressed with a straw hat and cover-up over her bathing suit. She was beautiful, just like her mother.

'You look beautiful, sweetie. Be safe, see you soon”

As soon as I sent the text, though, another photo came through, and it was one that made me internally groan.

My hand was tightening on the phone as I stared down at the smiling face. It was of Nina. My daughter's beautiful friend who was supposed to be off limits.

From the moment I laid eyes on Nina, I felt something towards her. A curiosity, a hunger that made me want to know more. I knew it was wrong, but god, was she the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her hair was up in a high ponytail, showing off her beauty. A black bathing suit looked very good on her. I enjoyed the sight very much.

Never once before did an interest of the girl come across my mind until now, and yet, even though I tried my hardest not to take interest, I couldn't help it. The once ordinary young girl had grown into a beautiful tall brunette with blue eyes and a figure most women would die for.

Seeing her the other night in the kitchen was a surprise, but remembering her stretching up into the cabinet, the thought of her made realize how bad I was attracted to her. She was very spectacular, and I wanted nothing more than to be with her.

I was not proud with my own thought, but as if my charm prowess took over, it quickly dissipated. I wanted her more than I had ever wanted anyone. I needed to be happy.

Her beautiful figure and carefree smile… they captivated me.

Especially, since the way she acted around me meant she could want me. Oh god! What's the matter with me? This girl has me all out of sorts.

“Sir, your four o'clock appointment is calling to cancel?" my secretary stated from my office door, pulling me from my thoughts.

“That's fine. I actually have an emergency that has come up, and I need to go home. See if you can get them to reschedule for me."

“Of course, sir. Do you need anything else?"

My eyes met hers briefly, but I did not say a word. It was enough for her to understand I was being serious and close the door, giving me time to think through what I was about to do.

“Drake," I said into the receiver of my phone as I called my driver, “bring the car around."

It was time to head home.

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NINA’S POV

Going out with Lydia had been more of a headache than I wanted it to be. What started out with pool party turned into an all-nighter.

She has concluded we were going to sleep over without asking for my opinion first.

It shouldn't have been much of a surprise how the evening turned out.

Lydia has done it countless times and I was used to her already.

I wasn't the party girl Lydia had become, and even though she knew that, she still tried to drag me around. Sometimes I wondered if that was simply a way to make sure she had a designated driver or if she genuinely enjoyed my company.

But not today. I wasn’t ready to spend the night at one of her male friends apartment. I was not comfortable with the idea.

Seeing how reluctant Lydia was. I left her there and went home. When I arrived, it was already late.

Storming up the stairs, I made my way towards my room, but before I could get to my room, I heard noises coming out of Mr Taylor room.

I tiptoed towards it and was surprised to see the door slightly opened. I got closer and saw him sitting on his chair, facing his computer screen. His eyes were glued on it.

“Oh! Fuck me harder! Fuck your princess little pussy. Arhhh! Yesss!”

I froze at the noise coming from the computer.

I gasped when I saw him stroking his dick as well.

“Fuck! Oh Nina. Give daddy a blow job”

I couldn’t believe he called my name.

My throat dried and my eyes went wide in shock.

He started moaning loudly and even lean his head down. With the manner he was stroking his dick, i could tell that he was about to cum.

“Fuck! Oh Nina! Be a good girl and take my Cum in your mouth!"

He said and I felt I was dreaming. Mr. Taylor was indeed calling my name as he stroke himself.

I gulped now nervously, not believing my ears.

Finally, he let out a deep glunt and I saw his hand slowing until he stopped stroking.

I quietly sneaked back and made my way to my room

I was filled with shock with what i saw with my eyes. I laid down on the bed and started staring at the ceiling. And then it all hit me. I just saw my best friend dad masturbating while watching a sex video.

He even called my name.

I tried to nationalize that most people had all kinds of naughty kinks, and it didn't mean he wanted to actually fuck me.

I was trying to convince myself but i cannot ignore the fact that he actually called my name when he was engrossed in his sinful act. He actually called my name, telling me to swallow his cum in her mouth. I couldn't ignore that.

But still, there’s no way Mr. Taylor would want me. He obviously made it known to me.

The white cotton lace pantie i wore was getting soaked. It was obvious that i was turned on thinking about Mr. Taylor stroking off. I wanted to clear the thought off my head but i couldn't.

I desperately wanted to fall asleep and forget about all the things i saw. But even more desperately, i wanted to rub my fingers on my pussy.

I pulled my oozing panties and walk unclad to the bathroom.

The only thing I wanted to do was to let the hot water run across my skin and try to take my mind off of everything I just saw a few moments ago.

Stepping into the shower, I tried to push away the thoughts he created. However, it wasn’t as easy as I expected.

The thought of his rugged, well-cut body pressing up against me sent sensations to my core that I couldn’t handle. My fingers gently brushed over the sensitive nub between my legs, and with every stroke, it brought me closer to the edge.

“Mr. Taylor—” I moaned softly as I slowly came undone over my fingers.

The thought of his plump lips against my own was enticing. My mind dreamed about his long thick erection pressing through my folds as he dominated me and thrust relentlessly.

The pleasure that grew in the pit of my stomach grew like a raging fire until I exploded in a cry of pleasure.

The hot water washing away the traces of the deed from my skin as a smile lined my lips.

I wanted him, and I knew it was taboo, but I didn’t care.

At least I didn’t think I cared.

And it seems it want me too.

By the time I was done exploring myself, the water ran cold. Grabbing the white fluffy towel from the rack, I wrapped it around my body.

I walked out and put on my nightie.

I laid on my bed and kept thinking of Lydia dad stroking himself and moaning my name.

I doesn't know how or when, but after a while i drifted off to sleep.