No Good Can Come of This
written by:
thescribe

No good can come of this.

That was one of the favorite quotes from a boss/mentor of mine. He always said it while shaking his head and smiling mischievously. I seemed to take it to heart in the office, but I probably should have thought it through in more non­work situations as well. Especially this one.

My wife and I were both on our second marriages. I didn't have any kids, she had three. Her son was oldest, and 2 daughters that were a junior and sophomore in college, respectively. They were all teenagers when I entered the picture. My youngest step­daughter was at the time of these events.

Our house had become a regular hangout for all of the kids and their friends, but Amber more than the others. She was the youngest, and her rebellious personality had mellowed quite a bit, but she still took every opportunity she could to party with her friends. I had a clue what "partying" meant. There was definitely lots of drinking, definitely sex (I had taken her to get birth control when she was in high school because her mother was worried that she would end up pregnant. We were strict with the kids while they were in school, but once they graduated, we eased up a lot. We knew what college­aged kids got into, and as long as they weren't doing anything too bad, we tried to guide them in the right direction, but just went with the flow.

One particular evening, Amber had invited a group of 5 friends over. There were 2 guys and 3 more girls. They were all hanging out in the basement watching movies when my wife and I adjourned to the 2nd floor for bed around 11. Around 12:30, my cell phone rang and there was an emergency IT issue at work. It was my turn "on­call" so I woke to try to help out, meaning I would need to go down to the basement to my office to work. As I descended the stairs to the main floor, then the second set to the basement, I found only Amber, Courtney, and Chad were still there. Amber was asleep in a recliner, and Courtney and Chad cuddled under a blanket watching TV. They jumped a little when they noticed I was there. I figured I caught them making out or something.

"No need to jump on my account, I just have to log on for work," I told them. With that, Amber woke up, looked over at Chad and Courtney, and rolled her eyes at them. "Gross! I guess I'm going to bed. You guys can crash here or let yourself out whenever you are finished," she told them as she headed up the steps. I continued about the work in my office, with the door cracked slightly. I couldn't really see the two on the couch, and really wasn't trying to. I just went about my business. After about 45 minutes of work, it was clear that I had a bit longer to go. On my conference call, I announced to the group, "I just modified and rebooted the systems in question, I'll monitor them and provide an update in 30 minutes." Evidently, Chad heard me too. "Fuck!" I heard him whisper. "I can't stay, Court, I have to go to work in the morning." She tried to convince him to stay, but he gathered his stuff to leave. Courtney knocked gently on the door to my office and poked her head in. "Chad has to leave, but is it ok if I stay over, Mark? Amber and I were going to play tennis tomorrow." I put my phone on mute and told her she was always welcome. She smiled, and I heard them head up the steps. I assumed she was letting him out, then would go up to the guest room to sleep. The TV and home theatre was still on in the background. Some action movie I was unfamiliar with was still playing.

About 5 minutes later, I was a bit startled by another knock at my door. Courtney popped back in my office, this time opening the door and walking in quietly, shooting me an inquisitive look. She was wearing black tight yoga pants and a sweatshirt. I put the phone on mute again. "How much longer do you think you'll be?" She asked. "I'm not sure, anywhere between 15 minutes and a couple hours. But if the light or noise down here is bothering you, you can sleep in the guest bedroom upstairs," I told her.

"It's not bothering me, I was just wondering what it was like when you got called in the middle of the night. Amber says you work a lot of weird hours," she replied. I smiled and she turned and walked away. I was disappointed that her sweatshirt was so long, because she had a grade­A ass, and I could only imagine what it looked like in those pants. The rest of Courtney was nice too. She was also 19, had long black hair and contrasting grey eyes, was about 5'4", and weighed all of about 120 lbs. Her body was very fit, and she had a nice set of tits, although not large. Her legs and ass though, probably because of all of the tennis, were her best features.

After about 15 minutes, she was back at my door again, this time, the sweatshirt was gone, and the yoga pants were off, and now she was wearing her glasses. She stood before me it a tight white t­shirt with no bra, I could make out her nipples beneath the thin fabric and for the first time I realized they were pierced. The now­shed yoga pants left behind a pair of pristine white boy­short style panties trimmed in lace. I fumbled to put the phone on mute again. She sat down in the chair across from me and crossed her legs. "Still working?" she asked with a pout. "Almost finished I think," I said, sitting up straight in my chair. "Do you need something, sweetie?"

"Just bored. You ran Chad off before he could get some," she said in a very sarcastic tone, "he'll be calling you ‘cock­block' from now on, I'm sure!" she giggled. "That's definitely too bad for him!" I said. I had bantered with the kids and all their friends. Although I found Courtney's choice of attire a little inappropriate, she had stayed over enough that I'd seen her in similar before, and she always did make herself at home.

"It isn't that bad for him," she continued with a wink, "he gets plenty." I looked at her and smiled and shook my head. With that, I had to take my phone off mute and continue my work conversation, but that didn't stop Courtney. She lowered her voice and spoke more softly, but still continued talking. "At least he got a blowie before he left," she said. "I sucked him off right on the couch. I was hoping you could see, I kind of like the idea of being watched, and Amber had already gone up to bed. I know she has seen us fuck before."

I put the phone back on mute, "Courtney, this is very entertaining, but completely inappropriate," I said. She smiled the widest smile. "You probably didn't see it happen, because he came so fast. Young men can't hold their load like seasoned guys can," she said playfully. I made an angry face at her, and she chuckled. "We're both adults here, I'm just trying to get a rise out of you," she said. "You definitely have," I responded as I reached down to adjust my rock hard cock in my pajama bottoms. She shot me a satisfied smile. "Now you know how Chad feels!" Without thinking, I blurted out, "Not exactly, Chad got a blow job out of it!" At that exact moment, I heard my boss on the other end of the phone throw out his famous "No good can come of this" line. In a panic, I looked to make sure my phone was muted. Fortunately it was. In my panic, I didn't even realize Courtney had stood up and walked toward me. Before I could protest, she swiveled my chair toward her, and unbuttoned the front of my pajamas, allowing my cock to spring free. In fear and confusion that the people on the phone might hear what was going on, or anyone else in the house for that matter, I just froze up and couldn't say a word.

Courtney's mouth grabbed my cock like vicegrips. I was a thick 7+ inches, and she was handling me like a pro. She was able to take the bulk of me in her mouth and holding it there, flicking the underside rapidly with her tongue before backing off, sucking up her saliva, and re­focusing her attack. I began to object to her, "what on earth is going on here, what are you doing!?" I heard through the phone a series of "What was that? Who said that? Who is breathing heavy?" Somewhere in the process, the phone had gone off mute. Courtney looked up at me as she continued to suck me. Finally, I heard someone speak up, "All systems are back online, thanks everyone." I couldn't hang up the phone fast enough.

The only thing that kept me from cumming before this point was the fact that my wife had broken down and given me sex just a few hours earlier for the first time in a couple weeks. Otherwise, I would have blown the back of Courtney's throat out already, and probably faster than Chad. Finally off the phone, I tried to get her to stop. "We can't do this, Courtney! This is a terrible idea!" With that, she took me as deep into her mouth as she could, and squeezed my balls gently. It was all I could take. "Oh fuck, I'm going to blow!" I said as I grabbed her head and pumped my load into her mouth. She eagerly swallowed every last drop. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. With that, she flipped her tongue at the head of my dick, and I heard a "click." I opened my eyes to see her arm extended taking a selfie of my cock in her mouth.

"What the fuck!" I said. "That's awesome! I got ya now!" she said with a wink. I reached for the phone, but she stopped me. "You don't need to do that. You don't w ant to do that. A copy is already in the cloud. I can get it whenever I want," she said. "What the fuck do you intend to do with it?" I asked her. "Whatever I want. I can think of a few things. Share it with Amber or Julie, share it with Stacy. I'm sure they would all appreciate seeing it," she said. "If you show that to my wife or step­daughters, they will kill us both!" I pleaded with her.

"Enough talking! I'm in charge now!" she said as she straddled my leg and leaned against me. Her panties were soaked, and pretty much soaked through the leg of my pajamas. I could smell the scent of her. She smelled sweet and delicate. She reached down and grasped my cock firmly, slowly rubbing it. I could feel the piercings in her nipples against my arms as she rubbed on me intentionally. We both began to breathe more heavily as she ground her pussy against me slowly. "It's time you give me what I need, Mark. I'm not going to wait any longer. I've wanted you since you guys first moved here 4 years ago. It's time, stud," she said confidently. I resumed my protest but didn't even get a syllable out before she lunged forward and shoved her tongue halfway down my throat. She pulled back, looked me in the eye and demanded, "Fuck me now, or I swear on everything holy I wake the house up to show them the picture!"

Without missing a beat, she stood and removed her panties, maintaining eye contact the entire time. She handed them to me, grasped my hand, and placed them there, closing my fist around them. She pulled my shirt up and off over my head. In a subdued tone, she quietly said "You better make me cum first, and you don't pull out until I say you can." I felt very conflicted. In front of me stood a tight young beauty, her pussy exposed. A dark triangle of hair was visible, which surprised me. I would have bet she had shaved. "No good can come of this," I mumbled. "Time for you to be good, and cum in this," Courtney said, gesturing toward her soaking pussy. She rolled my chair back, turned around, and bent over my desk at the waist in front of me. "NOW!" she demanded "OR I SCREAM!" I stood, lowered my pants around my ankles and placed myself at her entrance. Courtney reached back and grabbed at my hip, simultaneously pressing back and pressing her ass into me. "Fuck me Mark!" she moaned. I was beyond the point where backing out fixed anything.

I reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it back firmly while slamming my cock into her. "Be careful what you wish for, you dirty little slut!" I growled. It just turned her on even more. She met me excitedly at every thrust, bucking and whimpering. "You're so thick," she mustered between her quickened breaths. She reached her hand down and pulled up a handful of her shirt and placed it between her teeth, biting it to suppress the sounds she was making. I could hear her piercings occasionally click against the table as her tits swayed. The little bitch knew what she was doing. Not that my will power had held up at all, but I was beyond stopping. A long exaggerated breath accompanied by her body spasming made it clear she had reached her peak. I looked down at her perfect tight ass, seeing my dick disappear beneath it into her pussy. As I slowly backed out, she was latched onto me like a sleeve. Her creamy grool all over my shaft. There was as audible pop as I disengaged. She stood and turned toward me, about to protest breaking her rule. I reached out and put one hand behind her head, and covered her mouth with the other. "Clean up your mess!" I said as I pushed her downward, back to my cock. She quickly obliged. She sucked it like a lollipop and cleaned every bit of her juice off while cradling my balls.

I grabbed her by the hair and stood her back up, turning her to face her toward the door. I pushed her that direction as she whimpered. "Take your fucking shirt off," I said angrily. She quickly did, and i enjoyed the sight of her pierced beauties jiggling as the shirt rubbed over and off them. "Lay down," I told her. She started to respond verbally, but I grabbed her by the hair and tugged it firmly, pulling her head back. She instinctively bent at the knees and dropped to the carpet. I went down with her, grabbed her ankles and held them together with one hand, and with her legs straight in the air, pressed back into her again. "OHHHH..." she began before I covered her mouth again. "You need to shut the fuck up if you want this," I instructed her. I grabbed a throw pillow from the nearby couch and handed it to her. "Cover your mouth with this if you must."

I continued holding her legs and thrusting into her as she ground her hips on me in rhythm. Her tits bounced in time with my thrusts. She looked at me and mouthed "I'm cumming," but no sound escaped her lips. I saw her eyes roll back in her head and she reached up and grabbed her tits as she bit her bottom lip. I felt myself boiling up, closed my eyes, and grunted as I shot my load as deep into her as I could. She moaned as she felt the warm sensation filling her. We stayed in that position catching our breath. After a moment, I slid out, stood up, and went to the bathroom to clean myself off as best I could. I brought a towel out with me and tossed it to her.

"That was just what I needed," she said. I didn't speak a word, just walked back into my office to put my pants back on. She followed me in. "Don't give me the silent treatment, Mark. I know you've wanted me since the first time you saw me in a bikini. I've been giving you a show for the past 4 years every chance I could, and I knew you would never act on it, so I had to do something when the opportunity presented itself. Now that I have this picture, I figure I can force you into whatever I want, pretty much whenever I want. In fact, I think I'll see if Amber wants to hang out again tomorrow night. I have a feeling you might get another ‘call into work" once she falls asleep."

I didn't respond. What could I say? No good can come of this...

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