Fate Cries Foul by Renier Larouche (best interesting books to read TXT) 📖

but I can quit when I want? And you'll help me find a different job?"

"I promise. I would not lie to you."

Gwen sighed. "Okay. Fine. You can keep all of your dumb intrigue and not tell me your plan, but answer this one question please. Is this all going to be here tomorrow?"

Scott did not answer audibly, but his smirk told her what she wanted to know. "Dammit," she groaned.

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~Past~

Gwen spent a serious amount of time thinking about quitting. As the weeks drug on, the sting of the confrontation faded. The instance was never directly addressed by either Scott or Gwen, though their general amount of daily interaction decreased significantly. Gwen would go into the greenhouse, do her work, and then go home. There would be a basic back and forth between the two, but only what was in service of work.

In addition, things between Gwen and Gavin remained static. If anything, the banality of the relationship became an oasis to Gwen from the mechanically bizarre nature of her boss. She started to become more and more bold, the shy shackles shedding away as she gathered more friends. She also became more comfortable in her sex life, learning to be more adventurous with positions and activities in the bedroom activities. Despite his willingness to fuck in new ways, Gavin remained a dreadful bore. Conversations with him were all the same. Nothing about Gavin as a person particularly excited Gwen, but he was safe, and that feeling of safeness kept her from breaking it off.

The coldness between Scott and Gwen started to thaw in mid-May as he needed more help with his dissertation proposal. School was done for a few weeks and Gwen needed the money, so a few extra hours of work a week proved to be helpful when it came to paying the bills. The two started to laugh again. Past tensions began to feel silly.

One late Thursday evening, Gwen was in the computer lab, proofreading a paper for Scott's portfolio. She finished earlier than expected, hoping that with the task done that she would be able to meet her friends at the movies. Upon arriving at Scott's office, she entered without knocking... which proved to be a mistake. There was a woman there, someone Gwen vaguely recognized as another grad student. She was bent over the desk, skirt hiked up, and hands clinging to the wood. Scott was behind her, his cock wedged deeply into her, pounding with great force. With her eyes shut and mind on... other things, she failed to see Gwen, but Scott certainly did. Gwen's skin turned pale as she hurried out immediately, dropping the papers on the floor.

Shell-shocked, she went straight home, musing over what she saw. She ignored a call from Gavin and seriously thought about whether she wanted to go to work the next day or not.

Scott certainly didn't expect her and was a bit startled upon walking into work and seeing Gwen watering a plant. Her long hair was tied back into a ponytail and she wore her normal baggy and junky work clothes. For once, he did not know whether the direct approach was the correct one, trying to walk past Gwen without a word. She chirped as he sauntered past, not looking up from her work, "aw, is the bluntest man in the world finally speechless?"

He threw his hands in the air and sighed. "What is there to say? You know what you saw. I was having sexual intercourse with a woman in my office."

Gwen poured more water on the plant she was tending to. "See, to me, it looked less like sex and more like you were fucking the hell out of her."

Scott leaned against a counter. "So, you seem to have all the answers now. What are going to do about this? Report me?"

Gwen finally looked up with a mischievous smile. "Whatever do you mean?"

Scott clenched his teeth in frustration. "Don't be so coy. What are you thinking? If you want to be direct, be direct."

She put down the watering can and crossed her arms. "I am just shocked that you got that far, honestly. That girl was cute and taking it pretty hard. Bravo."

Scott frowned. "That was far from direct."

Gwen flashed an innocent expression. "Oh, it was? I didn't notice."

Scott stepped right in front of her, his posture firm. He stared down at her... their height different extremely apparent as he stood so close. She did not waver, staring up. "If you must know," Scott explained, "Amber is just another woman here. Like you. And unlike you, she isn't very clever."

Gwen wrinkled her nose. "Oh? So you only fuck dumb girls?"

Scott clenched his fists. "No... it's... I don't need to justify anything to you. I was honest before. I am being honest now."

Gwen unfolded her arms, standing in a defiant posture. "Yeah, I call bullshit on that one. Can my delicate young little mind not handle your big expansive thoughts on fucking? Am I just a fragile little bird who needs to be coddled?"

Scott slammed his hands on a counter. "It's not... you're acting like a child."

"And YOU'RE acting like a boy who doesn't know what puberty is! You hem and haw, acting like you are so open and superior, yet, you are just like Gavin or any other guy I know. Your big anti-girlfriend thing is so pathetic, an excuse to hide behind!"

"It is not, you whelp! It's more realistic than any of your sexual inklings."

Gwen laughed loudly and mockingly. "Oh really? You have subverted me so much, but tell me... what do you truly want from me? Not what you think I need or any other shit. What do YOU truly want from me?"

Scott stammered, looking into Gwen's fury filled eyes. He swallowed hard, letting out a cough, kicking his feet. "Well..."

Gwen mirrored his smirk. "Oh, is the king of directness a bit tongue tied?"

"For god's sakes, okay! Fuck! There are few things I want more in this world than for you to get on your knees and to suck my cock!"

Gwen's eyes widened at the sudden admission. Her head tilted forward, eyes still pointed up at Scott. A pure silence persisted between the two of them for a good ten seconds. Then, without breaking eye contact, Gwen fell to her knees. She tilted her head back, looking up at him with a glimmering gaze as if to say 'your move.'

Without another word, Scott approached Gwen. He reached back and pulled on the ponytail, releasing her long hair from confinement. Gwen trembled a bit. What she committed herself to suddenly dawned on her. He ran one hand through her hair and used the other hand to pull at the button on his pants. The garment slide down his legs and his boxers soon followed. There, right in front of Gwen's eyes, was his semi-hard penis. It was of a nice side with a good girth, the swollen purplish head of it throbbing slightly.

She stared at it for a good while, contemplating her own next move. With her green pupils pointed up, she arched her back, leaning in to slide the cockhead between her lips. She used her tongue to swirl it cheek to cheek, gently coating it in her saliva. She planted a hand on the base of the shaft and then sunk her head in deeper. She steadied the penis as she pushed forward, a few inches sliding into her gullet with a glide of her tongue. She then pulled backed up on it, only to then give a hard grind forward mere seconds later.

"Little garden girl seems to like to have a cock in her mouth," Scott chirped. Gwen's response was a hard grind with her lips, tilting her head to the right and starting to move her hand on the shaft. She twirled her neck and licked the underside of the shaft as she journeyed deeper. "And you seem to have good instincts."

Gwen reached up and grabbed his ass with her other hand. She started to bob at a rigid pace, not quite getting a good rhythm down. Her nostrils flared as the cock slide back and forth in her mouth. It pushed hard against her gag reflex once, causing her to gag and shake upon the dick. Scott gripped the back of her head. He forced her head against him three more times, each subsequent gag becoming louder. Obviously, he liked the sound.

He let go after that, giving her control again. After some trial and error, Gwen figured out how to synchronize the motions of her hand and her mouth. Scott tilted his head back, smirking. "You're a quick learner. There is something else down there that wants you attention too, garden girl."

Removing her other hand from his ass, Gwen reached down and started to massage the balls. Scott gripped the counter tightly, looking down with the smirk. "A little easier... maybe give them your mouth for a bit." Gwen pulled out with a pop, swooping down to the balls and sucking the right one into her mouth. She kept her hand on the cock, rubbing it in long strokes as she sucked on the sac, her head moving back and forth. "Oh god, that's it."

The motions of her hand on the shaft quickened as each ball received attention. After a minute, Scott pulled her head from the balls. "How did those taste, pet?" he asked.

"Musky and delightful," Gwen chirped as she sucked her bottom lip, an obvious deviousness in her eyes.

Scott patted her on the head with a chuckle. "Well, I was indeed not handling you the right way. For that, I apologize. Now, you are going to use that cute head of yours to suck on this cock until your mouth is filled with my cum. Understood, garden girl?"

Gwen nodded, spreading her lips open. Scott took that as an invitation, sliding the cock into her gullet. He started to shove it back and forth, pushing her, slamming the cockhead against her gag reflex. Gwen's eyes widened further, the gags from her mouth rough each time. Her spittle became thicker, some drool leaking out down her chin. Soon after starting his face fucking, Scott released her head. "Now show me what you can do."

Gwen then leaned forward, really pushing the cock against her mouth, but perhaps too far... trying to show off too much. She sputtered and shook on the cock, leaning to the side. Scott propped her up, running a hand through her hair. "There, there. No need to be fancy this time, garden girl. Just suck on the cock the best you can."

Gwen then nodded, cock shaking in her mouth. The trembling woman gripped it again with her left hand. She started to move in smooth motions, learning the timing for her hand and mouth. She picked up the pace, body jutting forward as she focused on pleasing a three inch segment of the shaft. She tilted her head, the cock becoming wet and slimy, loud sloshing sounds filling the room.

"Good girl... fuck, good girl!" Scott declared, placing a hand on the back of Gwen's head as she moved with ease. She then followed the quick assault with a few slow suckles on the entire length of the dick.

Suddenly, Gwen felt the flesh pulsate against her tongue. "Ready yourself," Scott warned, pulling her head back so the cockhead rested at her lips.

The penis shook to life, spurting a large amount of sperm right onto her tongue. Gwen felt the heavy chunky sperm start to fill up her mouth, treating her tongue as if it was a bowel for cum. Scott was careful to focus on filling her mouth, only a few strands spilling and bubbling from the corner of Gwen's lips, sliding down her cheeks.

He came for a decent amount of time, with a thicker cum than Gwen had ever experienced. When he was done, Scott removed the cock from her lips, a single piece of spit