Chapter 1: The Girlboss Chronicles
The Girlboss Chronicles is my first erotic novella. It is an extra spicy Reverse Age-Gap, Workplace Romance story
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Setting the Scene — Meet Victoria
Today is my birthday. I, Victoria Levins, am 42 years young, and for the past 20 years, I’ve had one hell of a life.
As it pertains to this tale, for all intents and purposes, my life started when I was 21.
To be perfectly honest about it, I had been an unrelenting slut in college.
I don’t know why, my parents loved me and I fucked like a rabbit in my junior and senior years in high school, so it’s not like I felt like I needed to catch up or something. I just loved the cut and thrust of a cock in my mouth or pussy. I was just that kind of girl. We do exist.
By my junior year in college, I had sucked and fucked nearly one hundred guys, and wouldn’t you know it, one of those dicks (the sex organ kind) must have had super sperm because even though I had taken the pill religiously, somehow, someone had got me pregnant.
I say someone because at the time, I had no idea who the father was. I did mention I was a slut right?
Doing the math in my head at the time, I nailed down two weeks when the oopsie happened. The number of guys in play? Five but two had been alcohol-fueled one-night stands where I had all of zero ways to contact my one-time, barely-remembered fling.
It was not my finest moment to be sure. That I couldn’t peg down who the father was had been a full-on scandal for my parents. My mom understood almost immediately, but my dad wouldn’t talk to me until I had started to show. But the very moment the campus nurse told me I was expecting, I knew I was going to keep the baby.
Nine months later, little Tommy was born, I finished my degree, and I moved back in with my folks, and for the next year, I did what all good mothers did which was to be the best mom I could be.
By the way, my dad ended up stepping up big time for my little guy. From the day I brought him home, he loved that kid like he was his own son.
It was when that first year was done that I put on my first of what would be many power suits and got my first real job.
It was the corporate world that was going to be my thing. I had known that since high school.
Again, my Dad (I just love the guy) had told me in high school that there were relatively few people in the business world who could do math the way I could and that between my looks, my work ethic, and my ability to crunch numbers, I could go far by working for multi-million dollar corporations. So that’s exactly what I set out to achieve.
For 20 years, I blazed one hell of a trail up the corporate ladder of four different companies and now, I was the Senior Vice President of Sales and Marketing of a company that had six hundred million in sales last year. And all by the age of 42, thank you very much.
It hadn’t been easy of course. It was the corporate world, after all, and I was a smart, determined, and beautiful woman. This wasn’t the easiest combination in a world that was still dominated by men.
There had been two unfulfilling marriages, a half dozen torrid but unhealthy affairs, one completely outrageous firing that led to a multi-million dollar settlement in my favor, two corporate takeovers, and one brief spell as a lesbian where I found, in fact, that I preferred sucking cock to eating pussy.
But truth be told, fucking, and sucking cock was not something I’d got to do a lot of over the past couple of years. Outside of the fact that the dating scene for people my age was just dumb, I had this tendency to work seventy-hour work weeks, and when I wasn’t working, I was doing my best to make sure my handsome, now very big Tommy got all the support he needed to thrive.
He was 20 now, was in his sophomore year at Boston College taking engineering, and to my great relief and regret, he had chosen to live at home. Relief because we had a great relationship and I could keep an eye on him. Regret, because with the kid around all the time, that time that I did have to get laid became an even smaller window.
Which was why I was looking forward to this week so, so much.
This week, I would be doing something I hadn’t done a several years. With a half dozen people from my team, I would be heading to Vegas for our industry’s annual convention, and it was at this convention I was going to seduce and then ravage our newest arrival, one very sexy Jamie Kennedy.
He was a Californian golden boy with an ass that had done countless squats and a cock that had to be one of the biggest in the state.
How do I know said cock was big? Because Jamie Kennedy was one of the rare specimens of the human species when seated, you could see the outline of his package through whatever fabric he was wearing. It would be a scandal if there was nothing the kid could do to help it.
I mean, what was he supposed to do? Where a fucking kilt to work? No, he got to wear fashionable tight chinos and jeans, just like everyone else in the office, and thank god for that.
Now, there’s one more critical piece of info about this new hunky apple of my eye.
Our new and keen employee Jamie, a college baseball player from Northern California, had just broken up with his longtime girlfriend only two short weeks ago, and by every account I had been able to quietly pull from our organization’s gossip tree, our poor Jamie remained devastated by the loss of his long-term beau.
So, to be very clear on this point. Yes, I made the call to make Jamie one of my team members for the Vegas conference because I had every intention to fuck his brains out, but I also did it because no one likes to see somebody suffer over a lost love.
And we all know the best way to get over the end of a relationship is to put yourself back out there. Well, in two days, our young and innocent Jamie and his huge cock would be putting himself back out there and in a big way.
The Night Before Vegas and a Distant Memory
I walked into the kitchen to find Tommy with three of his friends. I’m pretty sure he was fucking the brunette, but being my son, he hadn’t confided in me that’s what was going on.
Though my net worth was nearing ten million, I still washed my kid’s clothes and recently, on more days than not, his underwear had been showing up in my laundry as stiff as a board.
I don’t know how he got into the habit of cleaning up his spooge using his briefs, but as soon as he revealed who the lucky lady was who was causing all of these eruptions, I’d be having a quick word with her.
“Hi Mom,” Tommy said when he realized I had entered the room. “You’re home early?”
“Vegas tomorrow, kiddo. Gotta do some packing. You gonna be all right all by yourself for three days?”
I caught my son’s eyes flash quickly to the brunette, instantly confirming my suspicions she was the young lady my son was having his way with.
Tommy was indeed a handsome young man. When I got pregnant with him, I didn’t know who his father was, but by the time he was four, it had become abundantly clear who big Tommy was.
Twenty years ago, Bruce Wilder had broken up with his girlfriend and after one too many drinks of courage, he texted me and asked to come over.
Up until that moment, we had been casual friends who had run in the same social group, and on more than one occasion, he and I had locked eyes from across the bar. I knew what that look meant as I’d seen it many times before. It was the look of a guy who knew you were a girl who loved to fuck but said guy was otherwise taken.
As I recalled it, that night had been one hell of an encounter.
“Come in,” I said to Bruce while gesturing to the inside of my little apartment.
Rugged-looking, Bruce played on the local rugby club and had the scars to show for it. He was a bit older than me and had the frame and musculature of a fully developed man. Also working in his favor, he was tall and had a nose that had been severely broken but never set right. It gave him this ruffian tough guy look that just happened to make my pussy wet.
As he walked through the door and into the center of my apartment that I shared with a girlfriend, I took in his broad shoulders and narrow back, and I thought, if there’s any type of frame on this planet designed for pounding my sex, it was the hunk of flesh who had just walked into my lair.
Turning to face me, he said quietly, “You heard about Caitlin and I?”
“Yes,” I said with a smile.
A frown came to his face. “Why are you smiling?”
I took a step in his direction and gave him a push, forcing him to drop into the couch he was standing in front of. “I know why you came here, Bruce. I’ve seen how you’ve looked at me. I’ve caught you a few times. Those big blue eyes of yours checking me out, wondering if everything you’ve heard about me is true.”
He started to stutter a reply, but I interrupted him and said, “No talking. I don’t need any explanations or justifications. You came to see me, Bruce Wilder. You are a fly caught in my web and you will say nothing and only do what you’re told. Nod your head if you understand.”
Bruce, no fool, nodded. He was only too happy to comply.
“Now, I’m very sorry to hear about you and Caitlin. Truly, I am. Twenty-something love is a powerful thing. But I don’t want love, Brucey. The only thing I want, the only thing I need is to fuck big powerful men who also like to fuck. Is that who you are, Mr. Wilder?”
He went to speak, but I said, “No talking, remember. Nod or shake your head. Those are your two options.”
This time he nodded his head vigorously.
“There’s a good boy.” As I said the words, I could feel my pussy start to get wet with anticipation. It was Bruce’s eyes that were setting me off. So blue and so fucking hot.
Transitioning my voice from commanding to sultry, I said, “Pull out your cock for me. Show me what Caitlin will be missing tonight.”
Now fully engaged in the game that was being played, Bruce’s powerful form rose from the couch so he could start to unbuckle his pants. Belt undone, he pulled down his zipper, and to my delight, I saw he was sans underwear.
The rugby player, who was also a chemistry student, exposed his groomed semi-hard cock to me as instructed.
His tool was perfect. It was thick, and when it got fully hard, it would be six or maybe even seven inches long. He was circumcised, so I could see he had a big mushroom of a head.
Seeing the shape, my cunt grew wetter still. The sensation of the shape of his head driving in and out of me was going to be incredible.
My eyes moved back to his. “Sit down.”
He did.
“Good boy.”
He smiled.
“Now, put that big cock of yours in your hand and stroke it for me. And don’t be shy. You’re a rugby player. I know you’ve done this before.”
He was into it now. Slowly, his hand took up his meat and with a smile and those blue eyes, he started to stroke it.
I was wearing a loose sweater and yoga pants, but in anticipation of Bruce’s arrival, I had put on one of my sexiest thong and bra sets.
I pulled up my sweater and exposed my rack. I had a great set of tits, which were made all the more spectacular by the white-laced number I had on. Bruce’s eyes widened at the sight of the reveal and he stopped stroking his now fully engorged member. I’d been right! It was seven inches.
“Don’t stop stroking that big cock, Brucey boy.”
As instructed, he resumed the up-and-down motion with his hand. At that moment, his hand flashed upward and gathered up the ample pre-cum that had appeared at the top of his pink crown and used it to lube up his vein-strewn shaft.
A moan escaped my lips as I verbalized my appreciation for the sexy move.
It was time to move things along, I thought. This game I was playing was setting my whole body on fire.
With both of my hands, I peeled my yoga pants off to reveal the white lace thong I was wearing. As I stood back up, I could see Bruce had increased the speed of his masturbating.
Before this little game had started, I had a vision of doing a sexy strip tease for the stud who was now on my couch stroking himself, but I threw that plan out and dropped to my knees between the big rugby player’s legs and said, “Stop.”
Doing what he was told, Bruce’s hand stopped mid-stroke.
As I leaned my body forward, I reached out with my right hand and clasped where Bruce’s hand had just evacuated his now rock-hard dick.
I grabbed his tool firmly and looked up into my soon-to-be fuck partner’s crystal blue eyes and said, “I’m going to suck this beautiful cock, and if you can withstand that, you’re going to fuck me and fuck me hard. And then you’re going to fuck me until the sun comes up. Do you understand?”
He nodded his head.
“Good, and for the record, I don’t care if you call me tomorrow or if you get back together with Caitlin. If you want to come back for my pussy and everything it can do, you’ll come back for more or you won’t. Are those terms you can live with?”
Again, he nodded his head.
With that, my head moved to his cock, and with my tongue, I licked from the bottom of his shaft to his head a dozen times, all the while gently stroking him.
Above, Bruce said, “Your tongue ring. It feels so fucking good.”
“That’s what all the boys say,” I said playfully and then my mouth covered his bulbous crown and I started giving him proper head.
In perfect synchronicity, my mouth and hand moved up and down cock. Because of its length, I couldn’t get my nose down to Bruce’s pelvis, but it wasn’t for a lack of trying.
Three times I drove deep onto his tool, eliciting choking sounds every time.
Above me, I heard, “Fuck yes, you suck amazing dick. The rumors are true.”
That turned me on, so I started sucking and stroking his cock faster. I did suck a great cock and no doubt the ‘rumor’ was one of the reasons so many well-hung guys found their way into my panties. Just like good old Brucey.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Bruce said.
I didn’t need to be told. A slut who adored sucking cock, I recognized the signs.
He had started to fuck my mouth with his hips, and with my left hand, which had been stroking his balls, I could feel the subtle tightening that comes in the seconds before a man unloads his seed.
Still stroking his sopping meat, I raised my head and said, “I wasn’t lying. You’re going to fuck me all night. Finish in my mouth. Then, we’ll smoke a ‘J,’ and then you can have your way with me. I love to fuck high.”
His blue eyes connected with my green, and he said, “I will. I will fuck you till the sun comes up, you fucking whore.”
I smiled at the word. Technically, I wasn’t a whore.
Only on a few occasions where I’d fucked older rich men who’d insisted on giving me money and where I’d accepted did the label apply. But the use of the term turned me on, and so my mouth returned to Bruce’s thick meat, and together with my hand, I jacked his member up and down in my mouth.
It was ten seconds later when the tell-tale groan of a man emptying his balls started.
Being the cock sucking pro I was, I left my mouth on his head while my hand firmly and vigorously stroked the shaft.
The first shot of cum was a rocket and hit the back of my mouth with a force that should have been a warning. A half dozen pumps later, the whole of my mouth was filled with salty but not too-bad-tasting semen.
Losing only a dribble of my liquid prize, I removed my mouth from Bruce’s dick and looked up into his face. Making sure his eyes were open and he was fully conscious, I swallowed the whole of his load down into my stomach.
“Jesus Christ,” was all he said.
I smiled at the familiar religious reference. I had heard that a lot before doing this very same thing.
“Good?” I asked.
He didn’t say anything for a long moment, but eventually, he did get out, “It’s my turn now.”
He stood and because I was still on my knees, he towered over me.
Gently, he reached down and pulled me to my feet, and with firm hands, we switched positions so I was closest to the couch. With one of his big calloused hands on my shoulders and with the other at the small of my back, he pressed me downward so I was on all fours on the sofa where I had just sucked his cock.
I looked over my shoulder and could see he had pulled off his shirt. He was fit. His pecs were chiseled, and you could see the outline of his abs. I looked down and could see that he was now pulling his pants off. As my eyes glanced at his member, I could see that it was still hard.
“Your cock. It still fucking hard,” I said in a voice that was almost a gasp.
“It’s my superpower,” the big now fully naked stud said.
Slowly, he moved in behind me and with one leg extended on the floor and his knee on the couch, he pulled my thong out of my ass and set it on my left cheek.
Next, Bruce’s crown was against the outer walls of my cunt. Holding his member with his hand, he stroked it up and down opening my labia and forcing a groan of anticipation from my mouth.
“I’m gonna fuck you so much you cock-starved whore. Is that what you are?” he growled.
When I didn’t say anything, the big strong hand that wasn’t holding his tool came down on my ass to make a loud slapping sound. “Are you a whore?” he said again, his voice full of command.
“Yes. For tonight, I’m your whore,” I mewled.
“Good, ’cause I only fuck whores bareback.”
And with that, he plunged his thick and long cock into me and within three strokes was pounding my pussy like a machine.
If I remember correctly, I came for the first time that night about two minutes into what would be four more sessions of some of the most brutal fucking I had done in my college days.
Back to Reality
“MOM!”
“What?” I said as my attention was brought back to the present.
“Jesus ma, sometimes, I think you have early onset dementia. I said I’m gonna be all right while you’re away. I am twenty, in case you forgot.”
I smiled at my son and his friends and said, “Oh, I haven’t forgotten, young man. Listen, I’ve got a lot of packing to do, so why don’t you order some pizza for you and your friends, and when it gets here, let me know and I’ll come join you.
“Sure thing. Jerry’s or Big Mike’s?” Tommy asked.
“I’m feeling like Big Mike’s tonight. Make sure you get a deluxe.”
“Will do. It’ll be an hour or so by the time it gets here.”
“Perfect. That’ll let me get a good start. See you all then,” I said turning away from the group of twenty-somethings to leave the kitchen.
But what about Tommy’s Dad, you ask? Does Tommy know who his father is?
A good question, dear reader.
Big Tommy or Dr. Bruce Wilder as he eventually became — within a week of our crazy night of mutual pleasure, had gotten back together with Caitlin. Two years later, they got married, and over the course of the next ten years, they had four beautiful children.
Dr. Wilder, who was now a respected oncologist at Boston Methodist and who by all accounts was a good and faithful husband, didn’t need the drama of meeting his illegitimate son.
He didn’t need it when I realized who Tommy’s dad was sixteen years ago and he didn’t need to know now.
I had committed myself to the notion that when the last of Bruce’s kids had left their house, I would tell Tommy who his dad was, and he could decide if he wanted to reach out.
Until then, my story for Tommy was this: “College was a wild, wild time, kiddo. Sorry.”
