Charlene's Purse
by tannim
November 24, 2016

	"But it's a Louis Bittone , Daddy! I HAVE to have it, it's PERFECT."

	"Have to, Charlene? No, you don't HAVE to have it.  You HAVE to breath.  You HAVE to eat.  You HAVE to pay taxes... well, YOU don't, but I sure do.  Ah, I know, You HAVE to go clean your room.  What you do NOT have to do, is have a silly purse that costs more than daddy makes in a month."

	Charlene pressed up against him, swishing her tail stub around as cutely as she could. "PLEASE, Daddy? I'll love you forever."

	"I said NO, Charlene.  Now go cook dinner or whatever it is you girls do.  You're interrupting my TV time and, thanks to Mr. Richfield, I have to go in early tomorrow so I don't get fired.  Which means I don't even get as much TV as I usually get even without you interrupting it."

	"Have you ever asked him for a raise? You could afford to buy one for me if you got paid more." Charlene watched her dad sink into his Television stupor and sighed. "You never buy me anything."

	"That's nice, dear." Earl snapped out of the stupor when her words finally got through. "Raise?! I haven't even been pushing enough trees for my current salary! If I asked him for a raise he'd fire me right there... and then probably EAT me! He says that's good for moral.  I'm not sure how that works.  Maybe he meant his moral.  You want that purse, YOU buy it."

	The girl left her dad to try her mom, though without much hope.  "Please? I have to have one! All the other cool girls in school will humiliate me if I take my old purse again.  It's the latest thing!"

	Fran didn't even look up from stirring the big pot. "Did you ask your father."

	"Yes."

	"And what did he say?"

	"He said yes, but that I had to ask you too."

	"Mmm... I bet he did.  The answer is no.  They are too expensive."

	Charlene stomped her foot. "That's not fair! All the other girls in school got one, even Tiffany and SHE is poorer than WE are! Why can't dad just stand up to Mr. Richfield and ask for more? He works hard enough!"

	"Mr. Richfield is a very busy person, Charlene.  Your father doesn't have time to talk to him."

	"Fine, maybe I'll go talk to him and ask for a raise instead."

	Fran actually looked up at that. "He's a very busy boss, but he's also a very DANGEROUS one.  You stay away from Mr. Richfield.  He eats people who make too much noise."

	"Yeah yeah, you've said he eats people but nobody has ever seen him do it." Charlene rolled her eyes when her mother gave her a 'look' and stalked out of the room. "Oh... Fine! You just want me to be as unpopular as YOU were!"

	She didn't give up throughout dinner and the night, but she didn't get anywhere.  With no other options, Charlene planned how to talk to Mr. Richfield anyway through the night.  She followed her father to work at a discrete distance instead of going to school the next day.  It couldn't be that hard.

	Waiting behind a sign was easy while her dad got to work.  She did have to wave at Roy when saw her and waved, but nobody else saw her, at least nobody who bothered to wave as they walked past her on their way in.  It took a lot longer than she would have preferred for everybody to be out of sight, but after two minutes the way in was clear and she could see that there was nobody in the boss's trailer with him.

	At the slightest creak of the door opening, she flinched at the loud yell. "Huh, who DARES come in here so early!? This had better be GOOD! DON'T JUST STAND THERE! GET IN HERE ALREADY!"

	Charlene cringed and froze at the first yell, then jerked the door open and darted in at the second. "Um, hello, Mr. Richfield I'm..."

	"And WHO are YOU?" The triceratops leaned in. "Hmmm... Haven't I seen you before?"

	"Yes, sir, I'm Cha..."

	"Turn around and let me see you better." Bradley. P. Richfield turned on his desk light and aimed it at her. "Go on turn around."

	Charlene was overwhelmed by the aggressive commanding tone and felt her body turning even before she thought to argue.  She wanted to get out of there and away from him.  Was that why her dad never wanted to talk to him?

	Mr. Richfield sat back with his hands on his stomach, nodding, when she finished turning. "That's right... I'm sure I've seen that tail stub before.  Now, are you going to tell me who you are?"

	"Er, yes, sir, I'm Charlene." She licked her lips. "My dad works for you, um, Earl Sinclair."

	"Well? A lot of people work for me, one of which isn't you.  Why are you here taking up my very VALUEABLE time?"

	"I uh..." Charlene didn't like the grin he was giving her. "My purse is, I mean My father is..."

	"Out with it, Girl, I don't have all day. Your father is what?"

	"He could really use a raise.  He doesn't even have enough money to buy me the new  Louis Bittone purse like all the other girls at school."

	She watched the amused look on Mr. Richfield's face go blank. "You came all the way in here... to my desk... to ask about a raise for your father.  For a purse." It wasn't a question. "Earl Sinclair, huh.  He's a useless pushover of a tree pusher I could probably have come in here RIGHT now and cut his salary in half and have him bend over backward to kiss my feet in gratitude and you want me to give HIM a raise.  For a purse."

	"Well, yes." He hadn't thrown her out. Charlene straightened and tried to look confident. "Yes I do.  I deserve it, I mean he deserves it.  I guess he does work hard for it."

	"Turn around again, I want to see something." He smiled while she as told and loved how she jumped when he said STOP when she had her rump directly facing him. "How much is this purse you want? Do NOT turn back to face me, girl."

	Charlene had to stop herself from turning and instead flicked her short stub and took a deep breath. "It's only a couple thousand, plus tax."

	"ONLY a couple thousand, huh.  For a purse?" The laugh that followed made her head and tail both droop. "Mmm... that's a lot of money.  Would you be willing to work for it? I could use some help in here."

	Charlene frowned at the idea and turned around. "What kind of work?"

	"Oh, nothing too hard.  Maybe filling out a few forms here and there and maybe some er... stress relief.  Yeah, stress relief, that's it." Richfield pulled the trailer window closed and the blind down after it. "It's mighty hard being in charge.  Telling these morons what to do day after day and making sure they do it right.  A leader has a lot of duties and even more stress.  It's not always possible for one to relieve oneself of that stress, either.  I want YOU to help me with that."

	"So you're stressed, so is dad.  I don't get it.  Help you out with what?"

	Richfield rolled his eyes. "You'll pose there nice and pretty for me and, when I want... when I NEED it, you'll help me out."

	"When you need what? I'm still not getting you."

	"You're GOING to get me.  You want the money, you put out."

	"Put out WHAT?"

	BP stared at her, then leaned to the side for another look at her stump of a tail and smiled. "You're pretty young, aren't you.  Don't know much about the mating dance and such yet?" He tapped on the desk, debating a few seconds, then stood up, wincing as a part of himself caught against the edge before popping off and standing upright against his belly, swaying with his heartbeat. "You put that pretty little stub of a tail yours on my lap and I rub it all I like.  Then I touch wherever I like after that.  Then YOU touch wherever I like after that.  You put out by letting me do whatever I want with your body.  You don't even have to do any paperwork, though you will have to take off some of those clothes."

	Charlene looked down and clutched her sweater tighter against her hips. "My... body? You're not some weirdo like we see on tv that ties girls up to cars or hits them with clubs and such are you?"

	"What?! NO.  Why would I want to do that?! There's no FUN in that! No, it'll just be hugging and kissing and, oh, I dunno... putting THINGS into OTHER things." Richfield wiped some drool off his chin as he thought about the things he could do with a pretty little stumptail like her. "None of that weird stuff you said."

	"That's good.  Some dinosaurs are not nice people." Charlene tapped her fingertips together, looking down at them uncertainly.  She didn't know anything about the mating dance but that very male thing sticking up from Richfield's groin was certainly worrying.  He clearly intended her to play with it, but he was also offering to get her that purse, which made it seem not so bad.  She already had to hug and kiss her dad and Mister Richfield was at least slightly less unpleasant. "So... if I help you with your stress, you'll give me the money for the purse and give my dad a raise?"

	"I didn't say anything about a raise." BP ground his teeth at the sudden annoyed look on her face. "FINE, yes, I'll give Sinclair a raise, IF you put out well enough.  Is that a deal?"

	"And that is a guaranteed genuine Louis Bittone purse for me, too?" Charlene saw his head nod slowly and with obvious annoyance at the question. "Put it in writing and you have a deal."

	"WRITING!?" His eyes narrowed. "I LIKE IT, adds to the danger! My wife would kill to find that.  Now, you get that sweater off, and everything else, and I'll get this little contract written up.  Wait, keep the ear rings on.  They add something fancy to you."

	"Umm... take them off?" The actual thought of stripping suddenly made her very shy. "You mean, like, all the way?"

	He didn't look up from writing. "Yes, all the way.  Off as in not wearing it anymore." After a second, he looked up slowly. "I'll just watch to make sure you do it right.  Pull it off nice and slow for me.  I want to see you since I'm practically BUYING you.  Just remember how GOOD you'll look with that purse."

	Charlene swallowed hard and did indeed try to think of how good she'd look with it instead of his leering eyes looking her up and down.  She pulled at the hem of her sweater and it felt bad enough to strip in front of him that she did go very slow, which just made his intense leer and hungry drooling worse.

	Her belly scales came fully into view, as did and her chest scales followed.  She had nothing up there that he didn't have, but after wearing clothes so long, NOT wearing them in front of somebody felt very wrong even when there was nothing to hide.  Other dinosaurs weren't supposed to see that area of the body for some reason.

	"Yeah... that's right.  Toss it over here.  I want to smell it." Mr. Richfield caught her sweater and snuffled right into it with loud deep snorts. "Mmm... Very subtle.  Female but only just.  None of that overpowering musk the more mature gals have.  You ever rub that slit between you legs, Charlene?"

	"Huh? Yeah, I guess.  Have to wipe it off when I go and such, I don't like being as filthy down there as a male."

	"Heh, yeah, I don't like a girl as filthy as a male down there either." The older dinosaur sniffed her sweater again then wrapped it around his erection.  Swishing his hips back and forth he looked right into Charlene's eyes. "So, how does it look? Think it fits me?"

	Charlene couldn't suppress the laugh at how silly her bright sweater looked. "Ha! Umm... Yes?"

	"Well, I don't think it does.  Get over here and take it off for me." Richfield kept moving his hips, though the swish from side to side shifted to more of forward and back thrusting when she awkwardly reached for it. "Yeah, gotta catch it, Sinclair.  No, No... I'm not calling you that." He shuddered. "I can' not picture your idiot father when I say that name.  Wooooo I do NOT want that.. do NOT want THAT in my HEAD!"

	He grabbed her cheeks and stared hard at her face for a few seconds before relaxing.  The young dinosaur tried smiling back, but she was feeling really uncomfortable with how he was staring.  He made her even more uncomfortable when he leaned forward and pressed his big beaklike muzzle to hers in a firm kiss.

	Her hands were still holding his cock under the sweater around it but she forgot about them with his tongue pressing insistently against her lips.  It was so gross, but it got grosser when he pushed between them and licked over her lips.  She could feel his slobber on her chin and running down her neck.  Just as much had to be running down his own and that thought made her close her eyes to try not to think of it, only to see it more clearly in her mind.

	His hands ran over her flat chest, down her sides and slid back until he had them on her stub of a tail.  The old triceratops turned his head with the kiss and she had to turn with it, really not liking it at all but not exactly hating it as she got used to it.  Unpleasant or not, Charlene stood and let it happen.  As disgusting as it was, it was better than doing actual work for something.

	When he finally broke the kiss he let go and looked down at her hands still holding his dick. "You gonna take that sweater off or not? Heh, yeah... just unwrap it and hand it back to me.  I got an idea." It felt ok to have her taking it off him, though he wished he'd had it a bit tighter so she had to work at it more, but there'd be plenty of time for that later.  When Charlene handed it back to him he took it and sniffed it again, before pushing her a step back. "Now, you just stand right there, this will only take a minute."

	The trailer shook as he dropped to his knees in front of her, then Charlene pulled away when he pressed the sweater right to her genital slit.  "Hey, what are you doing!"

	She covered herself but he pushed her hand away and shoved a bit of the sweater in around a finger, pulled it out, shifted the finger, and shoved a new spot in.  Over and over he rubbed it in and around her vulva and just into vagina itself.  The rough cloth made her squirm but it was rather pleasant in its own way.  She hadn't thought to rub down there much yet.

	Still squirming, Charlene grabbed at his forehead plate. "What are you doing?"

	"Oh, just getting something ready for some fun.  Mmm... you ARE nice and clean down here, aren't you? Heh, for now.  You're already getting wet.  I KNEW I could count on you for a good time, Charlene!" Bradley pushed himself up after a dozen or so more wipes, each getting the sweater wetter as Charlene's arousal grew, and looked thoughtfully at the window.  After a few seconds thought, he hung the sweater from one the horns on his head plate and leaned out the window, shouting. "SINCLAIR!"

	There was nervous chatter from the workers in the distance, but it only took ten seconds for Earl to come running at a slow fearful walk until he was just close enough. "Er... You called, your majesty?"

	Richfield looked back to Charlene, still naked, confused, aroused, and fidgeting without a clue what to do, then turned back to smile at her dad. "Like me new sweater? I just got it."

	Earl looked at the pink knitted fabric and the oddly familiar fruit pattern on it. "It's lovely, sir.  It does appear a little small for you... But I'm sure it will stretch.  Interesting choice of colors.  I think I've seen that before somewhere."

	"Heh, yeah... I bet you have." He leaned out further, fully filling the window so Earl couldn't see in. "Here, hold it and take a nice close look at it.  I do LOVE the material, don't you?" When his employee took it, B.P. Leaned back inside and grabbed Charlene.  He pushed her to her knees and rubbed his erection across her muzzle. He amazed her when he actually spoke very quietly. "Get licking and sucking on that, Charlene.  And no biting. I don't want any teeth."

	Earl didn't see his boss disappear into the window while he made a show of looking it over.  It always paid to exaggerate praise.  It really did look familiar.  Didn't he see somebody wearing something like that earlier? Around the time he left for work, wasn't it? Who could it have been? His nose widened as he breathed in deep at the very interesting and even more familiar scent covering it.  

	There was the familiar scent of Mr. Richfield.  There was the familiar scent of Robby, Fran, Ethyl and everyone else who lived with him.  It was the unfamiliar scent that was very somehow familiar to him that was distracting him.  A scent he had smelled many times but made himself not smell... what was it? It reminded him of Charlene.

	On her knees, Charlene heard her father talking.  She wasn't sure she liked what she was doing at all.  The weird texture and taste of Mr. Richfield's long erection was much different than she'd expected.  It wasn't bad, just strange and sort of unpleasant.  She didn't like the way it pulsed against her tongue at first, but like the kiss, it grew on her.  Pressing her lips around it and actually sucking made it pulse faster and got a grunt out of Bradley.

	B.P. Richfield watched Earl's face while the dim megalosaurus tried to figure out what was going on.  He ignored the inexperienced girl at first and just loved the idea of having her down there while he humiliated her father.  Subtle cruelty was one of his favorite perks of being a manager.

	When Earl still looked confused after several more seconds he held out a hand. "You're an idiot, you know that, Sinclair? Give me that!"

	"Huh? Oh! Yes, sir! I sure am, sir.  Here's the sweater, it looks just like the one my daughter got for her birthday.  Strange that a hand knitted sweater would look so similar to a store bought one you got!"

	"Yeah, right.  It's a common pattern.  Yeah, a lot of GIRL dinosaurs LOVE having fruit on their bodies... or in them, ha! ANYWAY, there's been an opening in our position recently and I thought maybe you could move to a bit of softer ground with bigger trees." Mr. Richfield closed his eyes a moment, then leaned in and looked down. "Faster!"

	Earl didn't see anybody and wasn't sure what was going on. "Err... what's faster, sir? Can I sniff that sweater one more time, Mr. Richfield, Sir? Something keeps nagging me about it."

	"Oh, be my guest, Sinclair." The triceratops held it out and smirked as Earl took a long very interested sniff before it was pulled away. "That's enough.  Now, tomorrow, you'll be moving to area A, just over there.  You'll push the trees over there and get a bit of a pay raise.  You will NOT tell any of the others about this and you will NOT bother me in here unless I call you in. DO YOU HEAR ME?!"

	"YES MR. RICHFIELD, SIR! To hear is to obey!" Earl stood there stiffly for several seconds, watching a smile spread across his boss's face.  When the triceratops didn't tell him to go he shuffled his feet and hesitated for almost twenty seconds before he couldn't take it anymore. "Is everything ok, sir?

	Still staring right at him, Bradley reached down and pat Charlene's head. "That's right, Sinclair.  Everything is just fine." He looked down to watch Earl's daughter still getting used to pleasuring him. "Having a good time?"

	"Well, not REALLY, Sir.  I should be pushing trees so I can get paid."

	"I wasn't talking to YOU, Sinclair." B.P. looked back up and waved dismissively before leaning back against his desk. "You're dismissed."

	Curiosity made Earl scoot closer and try to peer in, but Mr. Richfield leaned forward aggressively. "ARE YOU STILL HERE?!"

	Charlene let his cock slip out of her mouth when he dad left. "You really like humiliating people, don't you?"

	"WHAT? I have a naked stub tail squatting in front of me sucking my dick while I humiliate her father not even a tail length away and you have to ask if I ENJOY humiliating people?  Come on, Charlene, I thought you were the smart one in the family!"

	"I am smart." She grabbed his cock and yanked on it. "My dad isn't... um... dumb.  Ok, maybe he is dumb, but he doesn't deserve to be humiliated like that!"

	"OH... now you're getting into it.  Feel free to yank on that all you like, my little stubby."

	"Why do you keep going on about my tail? It's not even a tail yet."

	"I know, that's why I like it!" Bradley bent down to run his hands over it. "It's forbidden fruit, THE BEST KIND OF FRUIT! Heh, I can see a female with a lovely long full figured tail any time I want, girl.  I can't see a pretty little stub tail any time I want, so you see why I decided to give into your little request for a purse.  You give me something just as nice and expensive.  Heh heh heh, yeah, and I'm done with your mouth for now." He pulled the blinds down on the window and turned on the lamp. "Have a seat on my desk, I think it's time for something more fun."

	Charlene didn't like how it sounded, but still climbed onto the desk. "So... you only agreed to buy me the purse because I'm not old enough?"

	"Not mature enough.  That's right.  And you aren't going to mind because you get that nice pretty prize at the bottom of the cereal box.  Now, I could have you on your back, but I think I want you on your belly instead.  That way you'll be just the right height for me to stick this in."

	The lewd happy smile on his face as he rubbed his erection made the girl shiver, but after having it in her mouth, could it really be any worse? It wasn't pleasant what she was doing, but it wasn't really bad, either.  He was a horrible dinosaur, but there was a certain thrill to being there and she was learning a lot more about male anatomy than she'd learned in school.

	Charlene shifted on top of the desk until she could drape herself over it.  His hands grabbed her ankles and shoved so her face was pressed against the seat of his big chair with mostly her hips and belly still on the desk.  It was more comfortable than she'd expected, though she had to smell his lingering musk in the cushion.

	Mr. Richfield's hand stroked over her slit again, spreading her scaled labia and enjoying the soft flesh there.  He pushed her legs wider and held them there when he was ready and didn't say a word to her before shoving his erection to her inexperienced hole.  Her whole body clenched hard at the touch and he just laughed.

	"HA! Yeah, this'll be real new to you, stub tail.  Relax and let it in, because it IS going in."

	Breath coming shallow and fast, Charlene couldn't relax.  The excitement was growing and her body was responding much differently than she was used to.  B.P.'s scent in her face was overwhelming.  Her pussy had already grown damp from the rubbing before but it grew far wetter with the touching and musk.  It made his entry less painful, though certainly not painless given his girth and her age.

	"OHHH, Hey, that's too big!"

	"Of course it is, you're still little." Bradley pressed harder, getting a thrill from her sounds of distress. "Had you waited a bit longer, you'd be able to take this easily.  I can't tell you how glad I am that you didn't! You feel GOOD."

	Charlene clutched the seat tightly and pulled it more firmly against her face.  He was sinking in quickly with the extra pressure and she felt him invading a place she didn't realize she had.  It was a sickening feeling at first, with an unpleasant stretching sensation that felt like a nasty cramp in her gut.  The unpleasantness and subtle wrongness of it faded when he pulled out to re-position and she was surprised that they didn't come right back until he sank even further in.

	She lifted her head up and looked back while he grunted and pushed in over and over.  It was so silly looking, but it felt better after his hips bumped against hers with his cock fully embedded in her for the first time.  He was drooling again over her and his eyes were staring right at her.  She had a male's absolute attention and even had part of him inside of her.  The embarrassment and excitement of it were pushed aside by the pleasurable sensations.

	"It doesn't hurt so much any more.  It's just weird.  Maybe kind of funny."

	Mr. Richfield snorted, leaned down, and pressed a hand down over the top of her muzzle. "No talking.  I hate it when a female yammers on during mating.  Just enjoy it and keep your mouth shut."

	Charlene narrowed her eyes, but she did stop talking.  There was so much to enjoy about it that she could ignore how creepy he was and how horrible he was as a person.  His masculine musk was all around her and the sense of dominance radiating off everything he did had her feeling right to be laying under him there.

	He was certainly enjoying it, too.  Her tail stub rubbed against his belly just right, something he'd only felt once before and had been hoping to feel again.  Charlene was just what he'd been wanting lately ever since his daughter had grown.  Not too young, not too old, just right.  Dumb enough to think she knew what she was doing and just smart enough to look for it in bad places.  Her first time with a male and it was given to him.  That purse was a bargain.

	B.P. slapped her butt for fun while his hips rocked in and out.  He flexed his cock against her clenching vaginal walls and she was tight enough for him to feel the resistance to it.  All the stress of the day just washed away with that special stress that came from mating some hot young thing.

	"Mmm... I needed this, Charlene.  I'm gonna need this... erm... tomorrow.  Erm... the day after that and ERF, after that, too." He huffed loudly over her. "You keep this up a whole week and you can have that purse."

	"But..." Thinking was getting harder for Charlene with her body responding to him more and more. "But I need it tomorrow!"

	He lay over her fully, letting his body weight press her down onto the desk harder. "Then you should have visited me last week."

	She pushed at his weight, but not to dislodge him.  He felt too good up there to want him off, Charlene just wanted to feel him against her better.  Her growing pleasure let her ignore the frustration of not getting the purse yet.  Thoughts of Robbie grabbing her tail drifted through her lust fogged mind.  Maybe after she got the purse other males would be just as good.

	Mr. Richfield interrupted those thoughts by thrusting in hard and jerking off of her.  He pulled fully out and she looked back in alarm in time to see him ejaculating over her tail and flanks.  The white stuff came out thick and heavy in a dozen long pulses.  His eyes were rolled up in his head and he looked like he was about to fall over backward.  They only lasted a few seconds, but feeling it coating her made it seem longer.

	The triceratops panted when he finished and rubbed his hand over her sticky stump tail, massaging his cum in a little. "Yeah... that's better.  Gotta paint you up nice."

	Still needy herself, Charlene pushed herself up. "You're not going to put it back in?" 

	"Why would I put it back in? I just finished, didn't I?"

	"You mean, you're done? You can't be done yet! I need more than that!" The young dinosaur pushed a hand down under her and rubbed at her slit. "Can I have a bit more? Please?"

	"A bit more WHAT, girl?" Richfield held up his hand, coated in his own semen after rubbing some of it into her scales. "Eh... I know, yeah sure, more.  Here, lick this."

	Charlene looked at the sticky stuff spread between his fingers.  It looked slimy, smelled strong, and had clearly just come out of his body.  Nothing about it seemed like something she'd want in her mouth and it wouldn't make her feel anything down below.

	"Why? It's gro... eck!" She tried to pull away when he pushed it in as she spoke but he grabbed her tongue and scrubbed his cummy fingers over it forcing her to taste it.  Charlene jerked her head to the side and away from his fingers and just saw amusement on his face in response.  Catching his wrist she pushed it back. "Ewww, that was gross! It's all slimy and smelly!"

	"Yeah, that's what mating is.  Slimy, smelly, and feels so good you'll do anything to get more of it.  You want more, huh? Well, clean my hand off and I'll give you more of what you actually want." Bradley wiggled his fingers in front of her. "Go on, that tingle between your legs won't last forever and you don't want it to go away without finishing, do you?"

	Letting go of his hand, the young dinosaur gave in, lowering her eyes and muzzle. "Alright..."

	"Heh heh... that's right." He held them in front of her until she leaned forward and licked his fingers.  Once she was actively licking his fingers he grabbed her cunt with his other hand and stuffed three fingers roughly inside.  Her squeal of excitement at the touch down there amused him as much as her dislike for licking his fingers. "Feeling better now, isn't it? Do as you're told without the fighting and things will be a lot better for both of us."

	Charlene looked up at his leering face, then looked away.  The dominant expression scared her, but it still thrilled her in her loins.  His hand wasn't nearly as pleasant as his cock had been, but anything touching down there was enough after how close he'd pushed her before he came.

	He made her keep licking despite her fingers already being clean and her hips kept grinding back and forth on the desk to try to get his other fingers deeper.  A knock on the door made them both jump, but Mr. Richfield didn't stop touching her.  The triceratops just looked raised his voice and asked what they wanted.

	"Er, it's Roy, Sir.  Ah... There's been a slight accident.  Why do I have to be the one to talk to him, guys? Shut up shut up, just lean in and tell him! My arms are too short to reach the door knob. Fine..." the door creaked open and Sidney leaned in. "A tree fell on top of Mr. Spikeback... He's gonna be stuck to the tree a while and needs to go home."

	With Richfield in the way, not much of Charlene could be seen, but the scent in the room was clear for any mature male.  It wafted out through the door and the chatter became more panicked among the workers.  B.P. Slowly turned his head, his body shifting just enough to let Mr. Turtlepus see a full female leg and a some of her groin and bell.  Charlene leaned so her face was hidden, not wanting it to stop and feeling a deeper thrill of fear at the thought of Roy seeing her there.

	Their boss was quiet a few more seconds, then roared at them. "SO?! Write down the time on his TIME sheet and I'll dock his pay accordingly! Roll his new tree aside and get back to work!"

	"YES, MR. RICHFIELD!" There was a scramble outside the doorway, the door stayed open for several seconds until somebody reached in and grabbed it. "Sorry, Sir!"

	Charlene arched her back just as Bradley turned back to look at her.  Her cunt clenched at his fingers and vulva pulsed rapidly to try to pull them deeper as she came.  The girl's eyes were wide with pleasure and she really wished she had something better to look at than her dad's boss's unpleasant face with mouth drooling from lust.

	He nodded while she came for him, then gave her pussy a good slap. "There? SEE? You finished.  Now, I got to get back to work.  Get out and come back later tonight.  I'll have more STRESS for you to eh... work out for me then."

	Panting and still coming down from her peak, Charlene couldn't accept such a casual dismissal. "Um... that's it? No talking or anything? No touching or well, hugging maybe?"

	"TALKING?! Why would I want to do any of that?" He eyed the naked young female with contempt. "What is it with you females wanting to cuddle and talk? Mating happened, then it ended.  It's over, I'm tired, we both finished.  If that's not enough, it should be!"

	"Oh... uh, ok." The girl stood and grabbed her sweater.  She was about to pull it on when Mr. Richfield grabbed it. "Hey, I thought you were done."

	"I am.  I just wanted to let people know you, er... work for me now.  Heh, yeah..." He stepped outside, moving it to his groin as he did, and gave Charlene a good view of him pissing into it just outside the doorway.  B.P. wrung it out until it wasn't dripping, then came back in and gave it back to her. "Alright, you can put it back on."

	Charlene stared at it, she could smell him over it very strongly, but she put it on anyway since she didn't want to be naked in public. He wiped his hands off on her face the moment it popped out the top and she grabbed his wrists to try and stop him for a moment.  When he just gave her a Look, she let go and stood there for it.

	"You did well for your first time here, Charlene.  I know you'll do just as well for the rest of the week.  Keep thinking about that purse and it'll make everybody happy."

	She watched him sit back down, then peeked out to see if anybody was watching.  After everything that had happened in there, she felt dirty, used, and awful.  She also wanted to go back for more.  The purse, she'd actually forgotten about it for a while with how good some of that had been.  Other girls were going to keep making fun of her for not having one, but at least she had some thing they didn't know to lord over them instead.  How many of the other girls in school knew any of what she'd just learned about her body and about mating?

	Charlene looked back at the trailer on the way out. "That'll have to do for now."

	"Charlene Sinclair! Where have you been?! Your school called and said you didn't show up today!" Fran turned away as soon as she got close to her daughter and covered her nose. "Oh my! That is quite the musk on you! You've been with a boy then.  An older boy.  You know you're not supposed to go out with older males, Charlene."

	"He was nice, Mom." She hated lying and Mr. Richfield was definitely NOT nice. "He, erm... gave me a job.  Yeah, a job.  It'll only be for a week.  We're not learning anything important this week anyway.  I'll be going there instead of going to school."

	Fran crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. "No.  You won't be.  You may have a job after school or before school, but you ARE GOING TO SCHOOL.  I won't have my daughter as uneducated as her father.  Robbie is going to be following you tomorrow and making sure you go where you are supposed to go.  Understood?"

	"Yes mom..."

	"Good.  Now go wash up.  You stink and I don't want to confuse the baby."

	Charlene sat in the tub, glad to be free of the musky odor covering her tail, groin, and face.  She hadn't washed the sweater though.  She could still smell it.  It smelled very strong, very unpleasant, but somehow not exactly bad.  Very male would be better way to describe it.  Maybe she should use it as a toy against Mr. Richfield and not wash it at all.

	She smirked.  Wear it every day she went to him and make him smell it.  He'd probably hate having to smell his own marking each day.  Her fingers drifted to her slit remembering the penetration.  Of course, males tended to pee on things a lot in the old days for something.  Somebody probably told her in school but that was dull.  Well, whatever, she'd wear it just to annoy him.

	"Later tonight, huh.  I hope mom doesn't mind me slipping out after lunch."

	Fran didn't even notice her go with the baby yelling and her dad both demanding attention.  She left while Earl was trying to explain his promotion without actually saying anything about it.  The late afternoon sun was nice on the way back and there were only a few tree pushers still out that she snuck past as best she could.  Only two of them waved at her, she was getting better at sneaking.

	"Ah... you DID come back.  GOOD." Richfield stood up when he saw her and sniffed the air. "Mmm... you smell good, Charlene.  You're wearing my sweater... I LIKE IT! Heh, now close the door and hop up on the desk.  Let's get... started."	

	It was a fun half hour for her, if gross with the triceratops's slobbery kisses.  Charlene looked back at the trailor on her way out again.  She still didn't see how it was fun to have someones tongue slipping into another dinosaur's mouth like that.  Feeling it slither around was weird.  Did it feel that weird when she had hers slithering around his member down there?  It probably did.

	"He actually liked that I hadn't washed my sweater.  Males are so disgusting." The girl paused to pull it up and take a sniff. "Ewww... it's still gross."

	She took another sniff, then headed home.  Just six more days like it.  He'd made her feel good again, after he made her make HIM feel good twice.  Mr. Richfield had rubbed some of his stuff all over her tail stub again.  The stuff probably had a real term for it, but sex ed had been too vague and embarrassing so she hadn't really learned much from during it.  Either way, she had to wash up again before going to bed.  Charlene was glad her parents were out with her grandmother somewhere.

	"And where are YOU going, Charlene?"

	Charlene glared at her brother. "Go away, Robbie."

	"No, I don't think I will.  In fact, I'm going to be following you all the way to school, apparently." Robbie leaned over her and sniffed. "I wonder why your bag smells like some guy's been whizzing in it.  You weren't thinking of running off with your new boyfriend, were you?"

	"NO. I was NOT." She clutched her bag tighter to her and walked faster. "I'm just going to school, geeze.  Hey, you don't need to rub up against me like that."

	Her older brother wrapped his arm tightly around her and hugged her tight against him. "Yeah, I know, but since it bugs you so much, I am anyway."

	It was a long walk to school.  It was a long day at school.  It was a surprisingly short walk to Mr. Richfield's trailer for how long it really was.  After thinking about it all day while bragging about getting a new purse soon, she was glad to go there.  She was just as glad to hear her dad's voice laughing about pushing over the fortieth tree just that morning.  He was usually lucky to do that many in a whole day.

	"Heya, Charlene, you lost? Your home is back that way."

	The girl smiled at the T-Rex as she walked past him. "I'm not lost, Roy.  I'm not here, either."

	"Huh? I thought you were..." He scratched his chest as he watched her go to the trailer and go in. "Maybe I was seeing things again.  Hey, Ralph! Are you here today?"

	"Nah, I went home early, can't you tell?"

	Charlene shook her head on her way into the trailer, males were so dumb sometimes, or at least the tree pushers were.  Mr. Richfield didn't seem to be dumb.  He was waiting for her with a piece of paper held out.

	The girl took it. "What's this?"

	"THAT is your idiot father's raise.  Since I moved him, he's pushed down about double his usual number." Bradley leaned against her, sliding one hand down her belly to finger her slit as he did.  He smirked at Charlene tensing against him. "He'll be earning about twice as much because of it.  Because of you and your purse.  Of course, it's really because of me." B.P. took the paper from her with his other hand and pushing his fingers in rougher and deeper, stretching her open uncomfortably wide. "Spread your legs wider for me, Charlene."

	She did as he said, but she still grabbed his wrist. "Ow... that hurts!"

	"Probably, but I doubt too bad.  I've always wondered if I could fit a hand into a stub tail.  Of course I always fear it will make mating less fun if I do... What do you think? Will it fit?"

	Charlene pushed his hand away and glared. "NO IT WILL NOT!"

	"Heh, yeah... you're probably right.  Just as well I guess.  Leaves more fun for later in the week."

	"It won't fit later, either!"

	"Oh, sure it will, all sorts of things will fit in there eventually if you work at it." Mr. Richfield sniffed his fingers, then leaned in and sniffed her. "You're wearing my sweater.  Good girl.  I like that."

	"I, er... thought you wouldn't, really." The girl tugged at it. "I won't be wearing it again, though.  Everybody can smell it and my mom was really upset about it yesterday."

	"I am not surprised! Blatantly advertising a male owning you at your age is practically illegal! Oh who am I kidding, it IS illegal!" He tugged the sweater off and tossed it onto the floor. "Don't worry, I've already thought of a solution to that."

	"A solution to what? I'll just not wear the sweater.  There's no problem if I don't wear it."

	The triceratops stared at her open mouthed for a second. "WHAT? No problem? How will I know you're MINE if you don't wear my mark!?"

	"But I'm NOT yours!"

	Mr. Richfield snorted and held up her father's paycheck. "This says you are mine.  That purse you want says you are Mine.  Your father's promotion says you are MINE.  Soon, a tattoo will PROVE you are mine."

	Charlene backed away. "I'm not getting a tattoo! That would be worse than the sweater! Everyone would see it and mom would really get mad!"

	"No they wouldn't.  Not if it is right here." B.P. fumbled with her groin until he could pinch a cunt lip, then pulled it open. "Right here where this folds over.  Only person who will see that is going to be me... until you're old enough to be with anybody else anyway, heh, yeah... so just me."

	"But..." She covered it with her hands.

	"No buts." Mr. Richfield leaned out the trailer window and shouted. "Tats! Get in here! We're Ready."

	A large Polacanthus ducked and came in through the door.  He looked familiar to Charlene.  He looked right at her and let his eyes drop to her her damp groin, then at B.P.

	"This the one? Bit young, ain't she?" He set a case on the floor and pulled out a scale engraver. "Whatever.  Hop up on the desk little lady."

	"Hey, I know you.  You're Spike's dad!" Charlene backed up against the desk, very nervous about the engraver. "I saw you pick him up once."

	"Good to know.  Yeah, right, now up you go."

	"GET UP ON THAT DESK..." Bradley hesitated as he realized he was about to yell her name where everybody could hear it. "Just get up on the desk and do as you're told.  Uh uh, no arguments.  You want that pay raise to stay, you go up."

	The girl hesitated for several seconds while the two big males watched her.  It was surprisingly intimidating being around them.  She was naked and had obviously been touched intimately.  Her vulva was red and her vagina was lot more visibly open than it had ever been even after all night and much of the day to close up again.  They couldn't not see that she'd been mated at least a couple times.

	Even worse, Mr. Richfield was right.  He could fire her father any time.  If she refused, the money would be gone and she'd never get the purse.  That was the whole reason she was there, wasn't it? Well, both of those were the reasons she was there.  She had to be popular and she had to help her family so she could stay popular.

	"Alright...Alright, I'll do it." Charlene lay over the desk, belly down, short tail up, her intimate areas invitingly visible.

	"Not quite what I meant, but hey, whatever." His hangs were already spreading her soft labial folds as he spoke. "It'll work."

	"This isn't going to hurt, is it?"

	Mr. Richfield sat on his desk next to her and groped her small tail. "Of course not! I won't feel a thing." He poked a blunt claw tip right against the inside of Charlene's right outer labia. "Right here.  Should be enough room if you write small."

	The polacanthus looked at it, then the big signature he'd been handed, then up to his employer. "Ain't gonna fit, boss.  How about here?" Richfield looked at the new spot between Charlene's inner thigh and the outside of her outer labia while the other dinosaur went on. "I can do it between this fold and have more room.  Ain't gonna be seen any more than where you want it.  Heh... look it, she's getting all wet and ready.  That's another reason not to.  All that would mess up the ink and make holding on mighty tough."

	Bradley roughly stuffed three fingers along and then into Charlene's exposed hole. "You liking the idea of being PERMANANTLY marked by me, Sin... Charlene.  Don't think that name, Richfield, this is Charlene, this is NOT Sinclair!" He glared over to the window where a tree pusher had paused to look in. "I said it is NOT Sinclair! Stop gawking and GET BACK TO WORK!"

	"SORRY, SIR!"

	"You might want to close that blind.  Someone could get quite the idea if they see what I'm working on." Tats dipped the engraver into the light blue ink, looked at the picture, and pressed it against the desk.  As he'd expected, Charlene jumped at the sound of its buzz. "Thought you might be a jumper.  Lean on on her, Boss, can't have her thrashing around no matter how pretty those flanks are."

	"Nah, I like a bit of risk in my dealings.  The blinds stay open for now." Bradley shifted further over and simply sat on Charlene. "They're too dimwitted to figure out what it is anyway."

	The girl grunted at B.P.'s weight suddenly on her but she was feeling somewhat happy with being called pretty.  Exposing herself to random males was embarrassing, but she did like the compliment.  She tensed at the buzzing sound again.  Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

	A sense of heat hit her first where it touched the tender scales between thigh and vulva.  It grow hotter and hotter until it turned into a burn.  She tried squirming away from it, but Mr. Richfield's ample weight held her firmly in place.  It progressed to a painful stinging quickly and stayed that way as the soft scales were scarred deeply.  Charlene grabbed Mr. Richfield's tail and bit it hard to keep from yelling, it made him laugh.

	Tats lifted the engraver regularly to dip it in the ink and each time it touched her again she tried to flinch away.  He was used to it, though he'd never done one on such a young female.  The scales were much softer than he was used to and there simply wasn't enough space to actually do the whole thing in that fold.  Some of it had to go on her labia itself.  He rather enjoyed pulling the soft feminine flesh and scales around to draw on them.

	Tats paused most of the way through. "You got two L's in Richfield, do you?"

	"Heh, must have made a typo.  I need a real secretary to do the typing."

	"This is hand written." He went back to work with the correct spelling at the glare that got him.

	Charlene pried her jaws from Bradley's tail. "Is it done YET? That HURTS!"

	"Almost, little lady." The polacanthus worked out the final shape of the D at the end. "How much color you want?"

	B.P. leaned down to look. "More than that, can't even read it from here."

	"Discrete as ever then..." The engraver was dipped in ink and Tats traced around the deep letters to make them wider and darker blue. He ignored Charlene's fists pounding on the chair in discomfort.  The lighter engraving wouldn't hurt that much. "This should stand out against these scales pretty good.  Might peek out a bit as she walks but I don't think anybody will notice." After a minute, he pulled away and looked at it critically. "I think that's it.  Now, about my payment."

	Richfield climbed off of the young female. "She's right there.  Stick it in and mate her as you like.  So long as it doesn't mess up the ink."

	"Still wet, can't use that hole for the day." Tats, clearly not his real name, ran a hand up her tail stub and down her legs. "Got a nice short tail, kid.  Cute feet, too.  Ever rubbed a male with those?"

	Confusion helped her forget the pain he'd caused her with the engraving. "Huh? With what?"

	Tats gave both of her feet a light slap. "With these."

	"No.  Why would I do that?"

	"Ha! You want THAT for payment?" Bradley shook his head but seemed more amused than Charlene had ever seen him. "You are one sick beast, Tats.  I LIKE IT!"

	"I'd prefer something else of course but since I can't have her mating hole and I'm not too interested in muzzle play, I'll settle for some nice soft stub tail feet." He stood up and let the girl see his erection jutting up from his groin. "Go ahead and roll over and press your soles together around this, little lady."

	It was slightly shorter than Richfield's when Charlene got a good look at it, but there was a knob near the base and an odd downward curve near the fat flared triangular tip.  She took a good look at it, because it was quite a bit different than what she'd already seen, then shrugged and simply shoved her foot against it.  Males liked weird things.

	"Like this? Oh, it's hot!"

	"No, not at all like that." Tats caught her ankles and pulled both legs apart, pushed forward so she bent them, then pressed one on either side of his cock, sole to sole with his cocktip poking out above her toes. "Like THIS.  Hold them like this, then move them up and down together."

	Charlene laughed at how silly it looked, but it didn't hurt and there was no invasive feeling from it.  The heat of his cock felt pretty good on her feet.  Moving them up and down proved to be very awkward, but it wasn't hard with him helping to support her legs by holding her ankles.

	After several seconds of it, she was bored. "So, uh... this is it?"

	"You're free to experiment with movement just like you do when you're mating."

	Richfield snorted. "HA.  She's only mated twice and she didn't move either time.  Gotta admit, I'd like you to be a bit more active and creative, Charlene.  I'll have to do something about that.  Heh, yeah... getting an idea already." He pat her head. "Now that you're mine it's gonna be real fun.  Don't worry though, I'm not going to risk that ink yet."

	Trying to think of how to make touching a male's erection with her feet more interesting, Charlene didn't say anything.  The comment worried her a bit, but it was only for the week. Only for five more days, really.  Let him say what he wanted.

	She tried twisting her feet, then pulled one back and pushed the other forward.  The other dinosaur cock between them twisted with the motion and Tats shifted his position with a grunt.  He didn't seem to hate it, so she tried again the other way.  It was more interesting and a lot easier than just up and down.  Maybe up with one and twist with the other.

	Charlene got another grunt from that and she sighed. "Let me know if you like something."

	"Will do.  Keep doing what you're doing, those both worked so far."

	Mr. Richfield looked impatient next to her. "Get your hand over here so I'm not just watching, si... Charlene!"

	The girl grabbed his cock but she couldn't concentrate on both at once.  She ended up just holding B.P.'s erection while giving Tats her full attention.  Up and down, twist, faster, press together harder, focus on the dripping tip, squish the tip between both heels and drag down and more.  There were a lot more things to do with her feet than she'd expected.

	The polacanthus held her ankles up at his wide glans after a while and made her focus there.  It was hotter and wetter and the pre-cum leaking out soaked into her foot scales and seeped between her toes.  Clutching at him with her toes brought very interesting sounds from him.  It wasn't as interesting as having Richfield inside of her, but it wasn't as boring as she had thought.

	B.P. grabbed her wrist just as Tats held her ankles and moved her arm himself when he got too bored, but she didn't pay attention to him.  Charlene could feel the pulsing and extra dripping she'd noticed when with Mr. Richfield and she wanted to see him finish.  Her dad's boss could wait.

	Tats whole body was visibly tense, with his gut clenching with every movement she made.  Another squeeze with her toes made him jerk to the side and push her feet harder around his needy cock.  Charlene had a hard time moving them against his grip but she managed to push the right foot around behind his glans and drag her left foot up over it.  The friction of her soft sole made him double over.  He arched his back sharply when she pulled it back down and a wide spurt of white shot out between her toes into the air over her lower body.

	Another squirt followed, just as powerful, and several more after that.  Charlene kept rubbing him while he came despite coating both feet as well as much of her legs.  He stared at her with one eye half open and the other closed from the pleasure.  She wondered if she should stop but he didn't let go of her legs so she just kept working him.

	Next to her, Mr. Richfield was pumping her hand much faster.  He seemed close himself and she wondered what he would do if she let go.  The triceratops looked pretty into it while he used her hand and he was drooling pre heavily onto her fingers.  It would be so easy to just let go, and Charlene gave into the urge.

	Bradley's head jerked around to face her, mouth open in surprise the instant her hand popped open.  He looked from her hand to her face a few times then grabbed her by her head crest and jerked her over to him.   Charlene's feet slipped out of the other dinosaur's cock and she had her face stuffed onto B.P.'s dick.

	"I DIDN'T TELL YOU TO STOP!" The yell shook the trailer and scared her into not resisting it sinking into her mouth. "YOU TAKE THAT ALL THE WAY, CHARLENE AND I BETTER FEEL YOU REALLY LICKING AND SUCKING, CHARLENE!"

	Tats fell back against the wall, spent and dazed from both orgasm and volume.  He hadn't expected the girl to do that well but he was glad she had.  Watching her gag on Mr. Richfield's shaft made him think about ruining that ink job by mating her there anyway.

	A knock on the door made everyone pause. "Is everything ok, Sir? Eh heh... Only we heard yelling and as none of us are in there to yell at, we thought something horrible might have happened to you."

	Mr. Richfield looked down at Charlene, suddenly feeling a bit better after hearing that voice. "Go away, Sinclair.  Everything's fine.  Your DAUGHTER just called, though.  She said you better push down a whole lot more trees if you plan on keeping that new plot you're on!"

	"Oh, well, that's nice of her.  I'll just go back to work then shall I?" When no answer followed, Earl's voice came fainter and further from the door. "He said he's fine, guys.  I guess we don't get to go home early today."

	Charlene swallowed hard around her dad's boss's cock.  Even having not been seen, she felt embarrassed.  He had to have heard what Bradley had said, well, yelled.  Then he couldn't have missed that mention of her again.  Surely her father couldn't be that oblivious.  She knew he could and was, though.  At least it seemed to amuse B.P. and was just petting her head crest instead of yanking it so hard.

	"Yeah, you get back to work, girl.  I may be close but I better feel some effort put into it!"

	Tats pushed himself to his feet and rubbed the mess on Charlene's soles. "I'll say that's about half my payment, boss.  I want the real thing tomorrow."

	"Fine, fine, that's fine.  Now shut up so I can CONCENTRATE! We got to work on your oral skills, Charlene.  I think that'll be a perfect task for tomorrow, don't you?  Heh heh, yeah, among other things."

	Charlene licked over him while she held it in her mouth but it really didn't taste too good.  She could taste his musk as well as her own on his erection.  It took her a while to realize he hadn't bothered to wash it since he'd fucked her the day before.  Males were so gross.

	She left for the day with the taste of his cum and the scent of his groin still lingering.  They weren't bad compared to the lingering sting of the scale etching, though.  She really needed a mirror so she could take a look.  Charlene's thoughts lingered on what he'd told her before she left.

	Mr. Richfield wanted her to lift her leg and show it off for him when she came in from now on.  It was a simple thing to do, but felt so wrong to have to prove somebody owned her.  If she didn't know males marked things all the time she'd have been worried.  Marks wore off after a while, thankfully.  Why else would they have to mark them again all the time?

	Charlene went into a bathroom at the mall before going home and washed herself as best she could with a tissue.  Her mom asked her where she'd been, but didn't seem as upset as there was less scent on her than last time.  As usual, her dad seemed to have no idea about anything and didn't even ask about the supposed call during dinner or his tv time.

	After a poor night's sleep dreaming of herself with the purse while people constantly looked at her genitals and a long day at school, Charlene was again hiding behind the We Say So sign.  Waiting for the workers to stop looking so she could sneak in seemed to take longer each day.  She wished they'd quit waving and let her hide in peace.

	Mr. Richfield sighed in his chair just a few minutes later.  Charlene was on her knees between his legs again with her tongue, teeth, and lips all working together to pleasure him.  Sucking him was actually rather pleasant, once she got used to the taste, texture, and funny male musk.

	She'd had a lot of time to get used to that musk from the sweater he'd marked.  He had been very pleased to see her wearing it again for him.  After she had shown him the name still engraved on her intimate parts, B.P. had just stuck her down there and relaxed while she worked.

	It didn't take long for him to stiffen.  It took only a couple minutes more for him to pull out and lay it over her muzzle.  Charlene looked confused but didn't fight it.  The heat of that thing up there was kind of nice, too.

	Mr. Richfield ground his cock back and forth over her snout as he spoke. "Now, I'm going to cover you, Charlene.  All of you, starting with that pretty forehead of yours." He pulled back and thrust forward, bumping into the space between Charlene's eyes and withdrawing back to her nostrils over and over while she just looked up at him not sure how he'd finish that way. "Mmm... I can feel it coming.  Keep those eyes nice and wide for me, heh, unless you DON'T want them to burn."

	"Huh?" She did open her eyes wide, though her mind was still fighting with the wording.

	He ground faster, rubbing the top with his hand, until she felt him tense above her.  His cock pulsed, his cock swelled, a thick glob of white splattered into her forehead just above her left eye.  Charlene couldn't close it fast enough to keep it out and she heard him laughing at the stuff making her eye burn.

	Both his hands clamped around her muzzle and held it in place the moment she tried to flinch back.  More spunk sprayed higher onto her ridge plates on the top of her before it slid back down into her eyes and down her cheeks.  Twelve squirts came out and Charlene felt each of them just as clearly as the first.  She managed to close her right eye before any got into it, but it still burned in the left.

	When he finally came down, he let go and slumped back in his chair. "Mmm... now THAT was good.  Stay still and let me look at you. ... Yeah, that's much better.  You look good with that stuff there." Charlene lifted a hand up to wipe but he caught her wrist. "No! Don't wipe it off.  I haven't finished yet.  Get that mouth back down there and get back to work.  Heh, I got at least twenty more left.  I'm not a one and done like your useless father is.  Gonna take a good couple hours before I'm done.  Before YOU'RE done."

	"My eye burns..." Charlene was surprised at how softly she said it, she'd meant to be angry.

	Instead she sounded shocked and kind of sad.  His dominant voice and minor abuse had her feeling funny.  The hand she'd lifted up to wipe her eye dropped down to rub her young cunt instead.  She was wet!

	"Well? I don't feel anything happening down there!"

	The girl leaned forward quickly to catch his semi-soft cock back in her mouth. "Sorry, Mr. Richfield!"

	"Yeah, you better be. Just another few minutes and I'll be bathing you again.  When I finish, you go back to work, got it?!" She nodded and he slid a finger through the mess on her plate. "Good."

	Charlene kept it up until he pulled away again.  She quickly closed her good eye when he again slid along her muzzle.  His dark chuckle at that made her feel like opening it, but the other still stung from the cum in it and she didn't want the other to.

	When he pulled back and ejaculated over her lower muzzle she was glad it was closed.  A thick blob of semen splattered right onto her eyelid before he got the aim right and coated the her muzzle just as he had her face behind it.  The stuff dribbled down her cheeks and lips onto her chest, but plenty of it stayed coating her when he sat back.

	It was weird after that.  She couldn't open her eyes or see what she was doing.  Only his grunts and the scent of heavy arousal wafting up from him let her know where to put her mouth each time to please him again.

	Every time he rested it on top of her muzzle until he was ready, then he'd spray it onto her somewhere.  Neck, chest, shoulders, anywhere was fair game.  After the seventh, she heard the desk being pushed back.  When he came again, he roughly pushed her down and shot it over her back.  He coated as much of her as he could and she found herself wanting to feel it everywhere he hadn't gotten yet, until he actually got it onto her tail.

	Feeling that stuff spraying onto her tail left a dirty wrong heat back there.  She knew males weren't supposed to do anything with a female's tail until it had grown in fully.  Then again, she shouldn't have gotten that engraving, either.  It didn't stop her putting her mouth back around his cock and working him again and it didn't stop Mr. Richfield from giving it another two full loads.

	Those two hours passed quickly for her with her pussy itching for attention and his semen coating her scales thickly pretty much everywhere.  The stuff had even ran down to slime her already slit.  Charlene simply rubbed it in.  A few more loads and even her inner thighs were thickly coated.

	B.P. didn't sit down when he finished the final load.  His heavy breathing was loud in the trailer and that was the only way she could tell where he was.  Her nose was too overwhelmed with his scent to use that anymore.

	"That's... phew.  That's better." Mr. Richfield panted heavily as he stood behind her.  Charlene jumped when one hand squeezed her semen slimed tail. "You've never looked better, Charlene.  You just stay there on your knees, I need a picture of this."

	"I feel funny." The girl heard a few clicks and even saw the flash through her closed eyelids.

	"Heh, yeah." More clicks came as her owner took more photos. "That much on you, all applied at different times. I BET you do.  Cooling here, drying more there.  Just think how much you'll SMELL like my property after this.  Even without that sweater.  You know.  You look so pretty there, I just can't keep you all to myself.  I've got to let others see this.  Now, WHERE am I going to find a bunch of other males interested in seeing a female completely submitting to THIS?"

	Charlene heard the window open and the shout for the tree pushers to get in.  Her cheeks flushed in sudden embarrassment when she realized they were all going to see her naked there, but her arousal overrode her urge to run.  She simply stayed put while several other dinosaurs shuffled in the trailer with her.

	"Well, looks like everybody's here." Mr. Richfield eyed the lot of them, counting. "Somebody's missing.  WHO IS IT?!"

	"Er, you still haven't replaced Earl, Mr. Richfield, Sir.  You know, after you, er, sent him, um. Sent him..." The voice, which Charlene easily recognized as Roy, trailed off with a dazed noise.

	"Saw what was on the floor, huh? Well, all of you, take a GOOD look.  This is what you can get when you have a high paying job." Charlene tried to keep her face down as feet shuffled around her, but Mr. Richfield tugged her muzzle up to face them. "Pretty female, isn't she? Anybody wanna have a go?"

	The No's were desperate from all of them.  Sex at work was way out of their pay range.  None of them trusted their boss.  Charlene knew their fear of him and was glad of it.  It didn't seem right to have them using her.

	"WELL?! NOBODY is going to take this sweet cheap thing? She'll do anything you want!" He tapped her muzzle. "Open your mouth and act like you're pleasuring me again."

	Charlene did as told and the thrill it gave her made her pussy drip more than just his semen for them.  They had to be watching her.  It was gross and humiliating, but it was also fun to show off.

	"Fine... If you aren't going to fuck my doll, GET OUT." Mr. Richfield pointed, outside through the window, then stomped. "No, somebody is going to give me the satisfaction.  HESS! YOU STAY.  The REST of you get out and get back to work."

	"Er... but, I have a wife already!"

	"Even I know that is a lie and I don't even remember your first name." B.P. took a deep breath, then smiled very toothily. "Now, you are going to present your useless dick to that female there and you are going to have her CRAWL over to you and back onto it so you can fuck her.  Got it?"

	"But..." Roy looked Charlene over.

	She looked so familiar but her features were distorted with his boss's cum coating her and the fear of his boss doing something horrible to him.  Her tail certainly didn't seem long enough to be legal, either.  Maybe that was just his eyes, though.  Being around Mr. Richfield did strange things to them and made him see or not see all sorts of things. Well, she was rather pretty, under all that spunk.

	"But WHAT, Hess?"

	"I mean, But I need a moment to get in the mood!"

	"You better be in the mood before I finish wiping this girl's eyes!"

	Charlene was glad to feel his fingers rubbing the spunk away.  Not being able to see had been getting annoying even with the arousal.  Having to see Roy's goofy face grinning nervously down at her didn't help her lust, either.  He'd never been hugely handsome and still wasn't as his little arms rubbed at his chest trying to arouse himself.

	Her eyes drifted to his groin when his long dick suddenly slid free of his genital slit.  As big as Roy was, he was only about as long as Mr. Richfield, just with more ridges and a different shaped tip.  Charlene looked up to their boss, then back at it and crawled forward to him as she'd been told, though the idea of pleasuring Roy was really cooling her pussy off.  She really hoped he didn't recognize her, but it was more knowing him so closely like a father that diminished her arousal.  It was just as gross an idea as Robbie playing with her tail.

	The purse made her crawl up to Roy.  That's what it was.  Her need for that purse had her licking his still soft tyrannosaurus rex cock.  It wasn't that she liked the idea of it.

	Roy made his usually weird noise when something happened around Mr. Richfield, but he didn't take his eyes off of Charlene's semen slimed body.  He hadn't had a female before and even with his boss around it couldn't keep his body from responding once it was actually touched.  Her scent was covered with B.P.'s but her touch made up for that.  His erection swelled after just a dozen licks and kisses to it.

	The t-rex thrust lewdly into the air in front of Charlene when he was erect.  Exactly how to proceed hadn't dawned on him yet, but he was already further than he'd ever been before.  He wondered if he should say something.  A glance at his boss's expectant and encouraging face told him yes.

	"I, uh... DUHHHH I was supposed to...say, um... oh.  BACK ONTO IT SO YOU CAN FUCK HER!" Roy stared down at her, feeling proud that he'd remembered.  She stared up at him open mouthed.  Mr. Richfield covered his face with a hand. "What?"

	B.P. sighed. "It'll do..."

	Charlene crawled away and lifted her stub of a tail.  She didn't want to do what she did, but she backed up until his erection bumped against her cum soaked flanks.  When he didn't push in, she had to awkwardly swing her rump around until his tip touched her pussy.  The moment Roy felt her sloppy wet slit, he rammed forward hard enough to make his jaws clack.

	"NOW you're gettin' it, Hess! Give it to her good!"

	Roy didn't hear his boss over the rushing urges throughout his body.  He leaned down and bit around Charlene's neck and jammed his hips in and out violently.  His mind simply stopped thinking as he gave into his need.  Not even the semen coating his teeth and tongue got through to distract him.

	Taking Roy was a lot different than taking Mr. Richfield.  The controlled malice and dominance wasn't there at all.  It was just a wild grinding and pounding with sharp teeth digging into her neck.  He huffed and puffed from the effort of breeding her and she was glad of the spunk blocking her nostrils with Mr. Hess's breath wafting over them.

	Roy's cock swelled further inside, especially at the tip.  He wasn't cumming yet, but it grew wider inside anyway.  The pressure was uncomfortable at first, but it grew on her as his rough bumping touching her sensitive spots surprisingly well.  Charlene found herself rutting back into him with each thrust and actually enjoying it.

	She felt cheated when he came only a minute after entering her.  His dick swelled further and longer until the tip touched something deep inside, then a strong jet of semen sprayed through into an even deeper channel.  He bit harder, she yelled in surprise, and the big tyrannosaur jerked his head back and his cock out.

	Charlene lifted a hand to her neck to feel the deeply scratched scales, fearing she'd be bleeding.  She wasn't, but she was still horny.  Her pussy pulsed visibly to try and squeeze around anything that would fill it.

	"Heh, THAT was pathetic, Hess.  You matched my expectations perfectly." B.P. slapped him on the back and grinned, then frowned. "Now GET BACK TO WORK!"

	Roy looked dazed as he stumbled to and into the door frame.  He just laughed and fell back first onto the floor with his muzzle landing just between Charlene's still spread legs.  The big tyrannosaurus stopped laughing and stared at her rump and still pulsing pussy for several seconds until Mr. Richfield kicked him.

	"I SAID GET BACK TO WORK!"

	"Sorry Mr. Richfield." Roy still sounded dazed but the kicking helped bring him out of his mating happy stupor enough to roll over onto his feet and hurry out. "You know, she kind of looks like Charlene."

	"Well, that's your opinion, I think she looks like my property." Bradley shoved Roy's head down to show him the etching in her scales, then pushed him out of the trailer and slammed the door shut behind him. "Mmm... that went WELL, Charlene.  I guess you can stand up now if you want.  You've been down there a while, though you do look good all submissive and presenting like that."
	She staggered awkwardly to her feet and looked down at her cum streaked hands. "He... He recognized me! If he tells dad, I'll be in trouble. If dad tells Mom... I'll REALLY be in trouble."

	"Oh shut up.  He isn't going to tell anyone anything.  That idiot is too dazed to even think straight after what he just did.  I think that was his first time, too.  Hess isn't going to be coherent for days after that.  I know I wasn't after my first time.  Yeah, first time mating is a wonderful thing... for a male." Mr. Richfield pushed Charlene against the wall and pressed himself tightly to her back. "I think I'm ready to go one more time.  My wife wants me home early or I'd be ready for more than that!" His cock pressed right into her still pulsing needy cunt and made her push hard back against him.  He pulled away just a seconds later. "Hey! You got my clothes all messy.  I have dinner with the wife's parents tonight! Bah, well, I guess it was my fault, so I won't do anything RASH, but you're going to lick me clean right now."

	Charlene jerked around angrily open mouthed. "But you did it!"

	"Yes... and you're going to fix it.  You're also going to lick that wall clean.  I told you I can do whatever I want now." Bradley grinned and tugged his shirt to make it taut so the semen reflected the dim light. "Start right here."

	She hesitated, but shuffled over and bent down to do as she was told.  Having tasted his semen several times already, it shouldn't have been too bad, and it wasn't, taste wise.  His cum tasted fine in that weird unpleasant musky slime coating her throat way.  Licking that same stuff off of him like a pet human, however, was bad.  It was degrading, humiliating, and added a new rough textured that grated on her tongue from the fabric.

	Having Mr. Richfield leering down at her as she did it made it slightly worse.  He slid his fingers along her head crest when she was near the bottom and told her to lift it up and lick his belly where the shirt ended.  Somehow, licking that surprisingly mundane area was less pleasant than the shirt and she was glad when she moved on further to do his hips and thighs.  They didn't jiggle when he breathed.

	Charlene was still covered in his semen when she finished licking the wall.  It was time to go, she was horny, and she was covered with male sexual leavings.  She looked out the door, then back to her boss.  He was doing some paperwork.  After using her so much he was just doing paperwork.

	"Mr. Richfield? Is there a bathroom around here I can clean up in?"

	"No."

	He hadn't looked up, Charlene hesitated, she really couldn't go home like that. "Is there a hose or drinking fountain?"

	"No." The pen stopped and he slowly lifted his head. "BUT... If you want to get washed up.  Put your sweater on and sit on the ground outside the door where everyone can see you."

	When he didn't add any more, she hurried out and did just that.  The few remaining tree pushers mostly ignored her for the first few minutes she sat there.  He made her wait five minutes before she heard the trailer shake with his footsteps coming closer.  By then, she had their full attention.

	Mr. Richfield stood just inside the doorway out of their sight.  She looked back when she heard a dark chuckle, then flinched at a stream of piss spraying over her.  The strong stuff splattered down her head plate, her back, and lingered on her tail stub before she thought to turn around so it could get her chest and belly, too.  It didn't wash all of it off, but it washed some of it away.  Her muzzle didn't feel as slimy when the spray finally stopped, but there were still plenty of slick spots.

	Charlene stood up without a word and walked away.  She felt used and filthy, but so horny she kept dropping her hand down to grope herself every few minutes.  When some of Roy's leftover cum clung to her fingers, she licked it off, then made a face at the taste of B.P.'s urine on them.  Males were so weird and gross, or maybe she was for kind of, sort of, liking it.

	After conveniently and seemingly accidentally falling into a pool a block away from home, Charlene went home.  She snuck in, hurried into the bathroom, and cleaned as best she could.  Only a couple more days.

	He was less creative the next day.  Whatever he had done with his wife and her parents had left him angry and frustrated.  After flashing her engraving as desired, she spent the day sitting in his lap while he growled and tore through the paperwork.  His teeth dug into her neck each time he paused to mate with her, but it seemed more to keep himself from yelling terrible things than from the joy of orgasm.  He didn't even try to humiliate her before sending her home.

	The last day she didn't wear his sweater.  Charlene still smelled rather strongly of him after so much use, but she wanted to show that their deal was over.  He looked up at her when she came in, then down to her legs.  His lewd grin was back, but only briefly when she kept her leg down and the engraving hidden.

	"Well?!" He tapped impatiently on the desk. "Let's see it!"

	"It's the last day." Charlene crossed her arms. "Purse first, then one more play time.

	"I say, play first THEN purse." Richfield crossed his own arms and leaned forward, staring her down.  She leaned forward, too, jutting her muzzle out defiantly as she stared back.  They stared for nearly twenty seconds before he smacked the desk and laughed. "SO unlike your idiot father... I LIKE IT, but don't think that means I'm giving in.  You haven't worked the full day yet, so today doesn't count yet."

	"I'm not doing anything until I see that purse!"

	His fingers tapped on the desk, then he reached under and pulled out a large paper bag.  The purse she'd lusted after came out and hung before her.  He tossed her the receipt, then put the purse back under the desk in its bag.

	He enjoyed Charlene's eyes following the bag until it disappeared, then he lifted his feet up onto his desk. "Now, I think my feet could use a rub while I enjoy that pretty stub tail of yours.  Go ahead and sit on my lap here and press it right against my gut.  Oh... and I still need to see my property."

	She sighed and lifted her own leg onto the desk to show off her marking and her genitals.  He liked looking at that more than she felt he should have, but it was quick and easy.  When he was happy, she climbed right up into his lap, where he shoved her forward to get at her rump better.

	Charlene grabbed at his big feet and rubbed them, but he ignored her hands and simply enjoyed running his own over her.  Up her tail, down her tail, and teasing the bale where it joined her body.  He spent several minutes doing that and added his lips to nibble and lick along it shortly after the first few touches.  His penis soon poked at her belly and she really wished she could play with that instead of his gross feet.

	When he had his feel of tail worship, he leaned back and gave her left out flank a hard slap. "Ah... that was fun.  I still have you for a full day, though.  I'm not sure what I want to do.  After so much tail the past few days, I'm kind of petered out.  I never thought I'd say it, but I'm just not really in the mood for mating."

	Rubbing her sore hip, Charlene looked back. "What ARE you in the mood for?"

	"Grapdalite."

	Sitting up, right on his stiff shaft, Charlene looked confused. "What?"

	"GRAP DA LIGHT! Those delicious little mammals that so hard to get nowadays."

	Squirming just a bit, the girl felt his cock slip into her body and shivered.  She was still needy after being left without much relief the past couple sessions.  Why was he making her so tingly just being near him?

	It took some thought to think of something else, but she managed to remember what her brother had said. "Oh.  Those are extinct, there aren't anymore."

	"I KNOW THAT! I just don't LIKE it because I'm in the MOOD for it.  You asked me," Mr. Richfield wiped drool from his chin. "and just look at this.  Now I'm drooling from anticipation of something I CAN'T HAVE while you are giving me what I said I WASN'T in the mood for."

	Charlene tried smiling back at him and even lifted her tail up to rub against whatever she could touch. "Are you sure you don't want me, Bradley? You do feel very hard and happy inside me."

	"Bradley... I am Mr. Richfield to you, Sin... no, no I'm not calling you that, I am Mr. Richfield to you, Charlene.  You will call me by that or Sir or master or whatever else I say you can call me." He narrowed his eyes, still drooling hungrily. "But now that you mention it, maybe I do want you.  After all that talk of food and being INSIDE, heh, well, it gave me an interesting idea.  A REAL interesting idea."

	The evil glint in his eyes made Charlene shiver as he emphasized it. "What... er, what idea, Sir?"

	"Never mind.  How do you like your mammal's Charlene? Head first, or Feet fist?"

	"Oh, I always  like them feet first so I get to feel them fighting to get out before I eat them."

	"Yeah... yeah that sounds good." The triceratops pushed her forward like he'd had her before and ran his hands over her tail again.  When she sighed and rubbed at his soles again, he smirked and grabbed her ankles, jerking them up to his face. "I like them feet first too."

	She didn't think to look back when her legs were lifted up, but she did look back when she felt his hot breath on her soles.  Mr. Richfield had his mouth open wide by then and simply tugged them back into it.  Shock of seeing her feet disappear into his mouth kept her quiet at first, even when she felt his throat spread open around them.  Charlene only thought to kick when when her knees bumped against his teeth and hurt.

	"HEY! STOP THAT!"

	B.P. tugged her in further, grabbed her tail and stuffed that in two, but managed to speak around her. "AHM UNGRY!"

	Charlene felt his stomach splash when her feet sunk into it and she kicked harder, it just seemed to amuse him.  His jaw was distorted going around her waist and she tried grabbing both it and his upper jaw to push herself back out.  It didn't work, he was far stronger than she was and her grip slipped on his drool slick scales.  She really wished she'd have thought to grab his ankles when she first saw it happening.

	The last thing she managed before her head disappeared inside him echoed around the trailer. "BUT MY PURSE!"

	Mr. Richfield slumped back in his chair and held his throat with one hand and hugely distended gut with the other.  The girl kept pushing from inside and he rocked happily back and forth savoring the squirming.  Live meals were always the best and big live meals were even better.

	When the fighting finally stopped, he smiled up at the ceiling. "Mmmm... that was SATISFYING! Now... what did I need to do... OH right." He leaned to the window and yelled. "SINCLAIR!"

	"He's at the other site, sir."

	"Well, GO GET HIM.  He's back on this site again with full demotion to previous pay!"

	When the other dinosaur was off, he pulled out the bag. "Now for a little note..."

	Fran had both hands on her hips while her husband babbled in front of her. "So after he ate Charlene, he fired you?"

	Earl Shrugged. "Well, no, he didn't fire me.  He just decided I was better used in a less stressful sector and... demoted me back to my old job.  I just left early because I can't keep personal affects at work except for my lunchbox.  I need to get back in a few minutes or he really WILL fire me."

	Shaking her head, Fran turned away from him. "I can't believe you didn't even TRY to get our daughter out of him.  She might have still been alive.  Even if she wasn't, we could at least have thrown what was left of her into the volcano as a family.  You know it can take DAYS to fully digest something that big.  There wouldn't have been much damage."

	"And steal a rich man's lunch from his very belly? I did that once with Robbie.  I'm not about to do it again.  I barely got out alive the first time!"

	"EARL SNEED SINCLAIR! This is our daughter we're talking about!"

	"So? We can always make a new one.  Maybe we already did.  Did anyone check if the baby is male or female? And it's not like he did anything wrong.  Eating an employee is still fully legal.  He told me so himself!" Seeing she was close to hitting him, Earl changed subject. "He did give you that lovely purse."

	"You're right..." Fran looked down at the very expensive Louis Bittone sitting on the table and slumped into the chair. "The note said Charlene wanted it so I should have it.  I warned her to stay away from him and that he is very dangerous.  She didn't listen.  Sadly, these things happen.  At least I have something very pretty to remind me of her."

	"Try it on..." Earl waited exactly ten seconds when she did, walking around her as a trained husband should. "It fits you."

	Fran looked herself over and smiled. "Yes, I guess it does.  I can see why she wanted it."
