Succulence (Succulent Trilogy #1) by Lauren Lashley Read Free Book Online Page A

work late. Hell, Dean doesn’t like to work.
     
    I heard him groan. He sounded like he was in pain. I wasn’t sure. I had never heard him sound like that. I made my way quietly toward his office door. Maybe I forgot my phone because of divine intervention?
     
    I remained quiet as I walked toward the office entrance. I didn’t want to alarm him if he was already in pain. The door was ajar, but he wasn’t able to see me from the angle I approached from. I heard him groan again, this time lower than the last groan.
     
    “Dean?” I whispered.
     
    Imagine my surprise when I discovered Dean wasn’t moaning out of pain. He stood, his back to me and the door. His pants were around his ankles and he was thrusting and moaning.
     
    “Yeah, fuck! That’s it!” he said. I thought he was just being a creep jacking off to rush hour traffic until I realized two hands were gripping his thighs.
     
    Stacy’s hands.
     
    Stacy was on her knees, shirt unbuttoned and tits on display, getting facefucked by Dean, who seemed to be enjoying every single moment. The top of his meaty hand held her in place as he fed her with his other hand. Her huge breasts swayed and jiggled as she tried to steady herself with the rhythm of his thrusts. Maybe it wasn’t the right time for me to notice, but she had gorgeous strawberry areolas. They were not too small, nor too large. The nipples themselves were really plump and erect.
     
    “You know how long I’ve been wanting to shove my cock in your mouth? Huh?” he said, pumping furiously. His breath was ragged and jagged. “Coming to work all the time with those fat tits of yours on display, teasing me all day. Now I’m giving you a mouthful of cock, you naughty office slut. I’m fucking your face while I overlook the city of Dallas…”
     
    Stacy seemed to cringe at his words. Dean was never the most attractive man in the room, but having to hear him discuss how often he wanted to fuck the shit out of your mouth could make anyone cringe.
     
    Dean looked down at her displeasure and slapped her. “You better act like you’re enjoying this, bitch. You’re getting forty grand a year for nothing. It’s about time someone put you to good use.”
     
    I watched him extract his penis, coated in saliva and throat juice, from Stacy’s mouth. He started slapping her in the face with his penis, then presented it to her and ordered her to kiss it and thank him for still having a job. Stacy started to cry and he slapped her again.
     
    “Bitch what did I tell you about acting grateful?!”
     
    “I’m sorry,” she wailed. “I’m sorry sir.”
     
    “Kiss my balls. Apologize to them. I don’t want to hear it, you spoiled, bratty, big tit bitch.”
     
    Nobody would have thought Dean had such a nasty ass side to him. He was being a real prick to Stacy. I wondered if that’s how he always was in bed, or whether it was because he was in a position of power over her. Clearly, whatever was going on, he had her by the balls. His balls.
     
    I watched as the fat bastard had tired himself out degrading the poor girl. He sat down, again still facing away from the door, and pushed Stacy’s face further between his hairy thighs.
     
    “I can’t wait to fuck that pussy of yours,” he sneered. He shoved her head all the way down his dick, told her to hold it there, and then did something completely unthinkable. He farted. It was a loud, disgusting, wet-sounding fart.
     
    You know he actually fucking laughed when he did that? Humiliating her was part of his sick arousal. She nearly gagged at the sound, and she seemed even more angry and upset moments later. This seemed to elicit more of a dickhead response from him.
     
    “Whew! I guess it smells as bad as it sounds, huh?” he said. “Sorry honey, I had Mexican for lunch. It was so good, but it always messes with my stomach. Try not to let it get to you.”
     
    Pulling myself away from this view was impossible until that happened. This was so