Internal Affairs Pt. 01

Marisa wasn't easy. In this way, she mirrored her life: Daughter of a once-bright mother, dragged into the trenches by an addict father. She buried the two of them before her twentieth birthday, and along with it, the entire prospect of love. Men, to her, were playthings-anatomy, a vehicle, distilled desire. But never something worthy of the library in her heart. She fucked them. She fucking left them.

Not that they ever objected. Marisa did something to men. Her angles were a potent geometry. Heavy breasts pressed into a twin symmetry only rivaled by her ass, that never met a pair a pants it couldn't defeat. Her walk was like a Grecian curse, sung in a meter that sent men sailing to the cement. Her gaze brought them to nearest bathrooms, cars, closets, clutching their cocks until they'd freed themselves of the disease that was Marisa. Dis-ease. No, she wasn't easy.

She lived her life forcefully. Met every challenge like it were a military press. And such taut commitment paid dividends professionally. Chief Technology Officer of a rising software company. Men were beneath her. And she didn't mind reminding them. She relished a good firing, supplanting their privileged air with grimaced tears. But also, she complimented generously whenever warranted.

A promising intern, Colin (Stanford grad Magna Cum Laude, basketball player, raised in the East bay) saved her seven figures on a recent project, because of his keen eye. After work, Marisa asked him to stay a minute.

"Colin, what you did today-not bad, for an intern."

"I've always liked numbers."

"Me too, Colin. The bigger the better." Marisa came closer, letting a button fall, her breast seeming to grow a full cup by the gesture.

"Um, so you think I might have a shot at a job next year? Like one that doesn't just pay... in compliments?"

Marisa smirked. "I might be able to arrange pay in something... other than compliments."

Colin adjusted his pants, his dick filling with her every word. "What kind of payment you thinking?"

"Let me think about it." Marisa came closer, lowering her hand to his bulge, feeling his growing shaft through his pants.

"I might be able to accept that. You'll have to draw up a contract though." Colin grabbed her breast, hands big enough to hold her double d's. He pushed them together as Marisa began to grip his cock.

"Fuck, Colin you got a good dick."

Colin smiled. "Not gonna say I haven't heard that before."

"But do you know how to use it?" Marisa smiled back.

"Only for a lady that knows how to earn it."

Marisa undid Colin's belt, put a hand down, into his pants, and began stroking-long, deep strokes. "Oh I earn it. Every time."

"You want this dick."

"Not yet I don't." Marisa pulled her hand off his thick, pulsing cock. "I wanna see what that tongue can do first."

Colin leaned in for a kiss, matching his tongue to hers. She bit and began sucking, forcefully. "Bet you wish these lips were on something else."

"Bet you wish my tongue were on something else." Colin stared down. "Take your skirt off."

"No. You take it off me."

Colin rushed in, undid her remaining buttons as he sucked Marisa's neck. Her breast poured out, and he licked as he pulled her skirt down. He licked down her stomach and reached her pussy.

Marisa grabbed his head and pressed it between her thighs, burying his tongue.

"Tongue-fuck me. I want it DEEP."

Colin's long tongue penetrated, thrusted in and out, tongue soaking from Marisa's cum. "Let me get that clit." He said.

"Better know what you're doing."

"Only thing I know better than numbers is, Pussy." Colin began licking slowly, flicking her clit and moving away, sucking at the labia. He varied his rhythm, placement-pacing her pleasure.

"Oh fuck, get it, Colin." Marisa smiled.

Colin pressed his big lips to her vagina and began licking faster on and off the clit. He added a finger, then another, sliding in and out of her, matching his tongue's speed.

Marisa held tight to the desk she sat on. "God-Fuck, Colin-You are-fucking Christ-" Her mouth was a Morse code, staccato in its stops and starts. Finally, her moans climbed, peaked, crescendoed in screams. She squirted into Colin's mouth as he kept sucking and licking, holding both of her arms down.

"Holy Shit, Colin. How the fuck... I've never-not that fast."

"Numbers. And Pussy." Colin smirked.

Marisa pulled him up from the floor. "Take that thick cock out. Now."

Colin dropped his pants, and his dick lifted. Marisa knelt, admiring. "Jesus. This is gonna be a work out."

"I WAS planning to go to the gym after this."

Marisa began stroking again, both hands moving as she sucked the head with her thick lips. Colin leaned back, "Yeah, that's it."

Marisa sucked harder, deeper, then spat on the shaft, stroking longer and faster. Colin's cock throbbed and glistened as she polished. "No cumming." Marisa advised.

"Quit being so good then." Colin returned.

"Put that fat dick in me, before I remember you're just my intern."

"Oh yeah? I'm about to fuck you.. like a CEO."

"Promise?" Marisa sat on the couch across the room, and spread her legs. Colin knelt down, gripped her hips and pulled her to his cock, as her pussy held each approaching inch. She pressed his abs to hers, so his body rested against her clit, and they began kissing, tongues twisting, thick lips wetting.

"Suck my nipples. Hard. And get that dick deep." Colin grinned as he complied.

"You're pussy's hugging the shit out of my cock, Marisa. Fucking amazing."

"Yeah, my shit's the best, now shut up and suck. I'm gonna cum again."

Colin sucked and thrusted, holding back his orgasm until they were both ready. He brought his tongue back to Marisa's mouth, they sucked tongues and lips, biting mixed in. Colin grinded now, pressing deep onto her clit.

"Fuck-fuck-fuck, there it is." Marisa yelled. Colin too, came deep in her, as she dug nails into his back.

"Holy fuck... " Colin grunted, as they both collapse.

"Jesus, that's some dick." Marisa looked at Colin, the intern, and laughed.

"Pussy ain't half bad either."

"Half?" Marisa stared through her sweat.

"You heard me. So let me ask you, is what happened today a recurring payment?"

Marisa smiled.