0 comments/ 19968 views/ 0 favorites Job Policy By: downhomeguy After turning down an internship in Texas for the summer, I had been forced to return to the small Georgia town that I spent my entire life in. I had managed to escape for my first year of college, but alas, I couldn't stay at school forever. I didn't relish the thought of returning to my previous job at a local golf course, so I took a clerk position at a local specialty store. Simply put, the store was a sea of glass. It mostly carried assortments of jams, preserves and ciders, things you couldn't find just anywhere. Now at 19, my hormones were completely wild. Unfortunately, I hadn't had a girlfriend in several months, and my only action had been several kissing scenes in a play I had been cast in. And if my raging hormones weren't enough, at work I was often tempted with the views of women and girls my own age, on vacation with my parents. Though I didn't expect to ever see them again, at night I would secretly think of them as I grazed my own hands across my thighs and midsection, usually leading to stroking myself to an incontrollable orgasm. And then she came in. The work days at our second store usually passed slower, as it wasn't nearly as busy as the other. It was no surprise when an hour would pass without any visitors. At the end of one such hour, a car with Florida tags pulled up in our parking lot. At a quick glance, I guessed that the woman who entered was in her mid to late 30's. She had a dark tan, long dark hair, and showed off her Floridian figure with a pair of Daisy Duke shorts and a red top. Her breasts, though small, showed well through her shirt, and seemed to have a point to them. I guessed B cups, but all that did was show that I had way too much time on my hands. After offering the visitor a sample of our products, as I did with everyone else, I turned my attention to the local paper as she browsed our shelves. Occasionally I would sneak a glance at her well-shaped ass as she reached for the top shelves. "Will that be all for you today?" "I guess so, I didn't see too much that interested me." Too bad. I had surely seen something that interested me. After ringing up her purchase (a wine bottle of apple cider and bottle of peach syrup), I bid her a nice day and disappeared into the back of the store to wash dishes as she made her way back out to her car. Not long after I had begun scrubbing a dirty jar, I became aware that someone else had entered the kitchen, and was surprised to see that it was my visitor. "Did you forget something?" I suspected she had meant to ask for directions, why else would she have sought me out in the back of the store? "I was just wondering what you could do with this syrup. I bought it without knowing what to use it on." I dried my hands, shifting to hide the growing erection in my loose shorts. I was by no means huge, but I was certainly bigger than average, and could feel the strain against my shorts. But apparently, my shifting hadn't worked. "Maybe I could find something to use it on." Reaching out, she grabbed hold of me through my khakis. Taking her hint, I dropped the towel I was using and ran my hands up her sides. "I suppose so." I took a few steps back, pulling her with me, and leaned against the chest freezer against the wall. I pulled her into a deep kiss, our tongues intertwining, as she ran her hands down the front of my shorts, the bottle of syrup laying forgotten on the sink. I gasped and briefly broke our kiss as she held my bare, hard-as-a-rock shaft in her hand. I fumbled with the buttons on her shorts, my view temporarily blocked as she pulled my t-shirt over my head. Releasing the jeans, they fell to the floor revealing her red lace thong. She threw my shirt to the side, then began lifting her own as I quickly unhooked my belt and let my shorts fall. I kicked off my flip flops, followed by the shorts, as she stood before me in a matching lingerie set. Taking the lead, I put my hands around her waist and spun both of us around, then led her into a sitting position on the freezer. She continued to fondle my cock as I reached behind her, releasing her bra and tossing it aside. My previous assumption had been correct: cone shaped breasts with sharp nipples that were beginning to harden. "Let's see what we have here" she said, pulling down the elastic on my boxers. Standing before her in all of my naked glory, I soaked in the smile she had on her face, and her cocked brow. "Well well well. Looks like I found a use for that syrup after all." As I reached for the glass bottle, which had been forgotten in the moment, I turned to see her kicking loose her thong. Now we were both naked, and by the moisture beginning to show on her bare crotch, we were both anxious. I ripped off the plastic sleeve on the bottle, and unscrewed the cap. She spread her legs, leaving all for me to see, and beckoned me towards her with one seductive finger. As I moved closer, she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me closer to her. I held the syrup in one hand, using the other to cup her right breast and pull it to my lips. She moaned lightly as I took the nipple in my teeth, then massaged it with my tongue. Then, holding up the glass bottle, I poured out a small amount of the peach liquid that I draped across both of her breasts, then down her flat stomach to her puffy lips. Handing her the bottle, I resumed the slow torture of removing the thick concoction first from the right, then the left of her erect nipples. Then I outlined the thin stream down to her belly button, mixing saliva with syrup. As I moved down, her legs shifted from my waist to over my shoulder. Before seeking out the last bit, I traced each of her inner thighs, her slow moans proving that my actions were having the desired effect. Finally, without any warning, I plunged my tongue into her peachy center. She leaned back on one elbow, her other making it's way to the back of my head to guide me. As I slowly worked in and out of her pussy, I used one of my free hands to rub her clit between two of my fingers. I continued until the syrup was gone, and then took time to hold each of her puffy lips in my mouth, encouraged by her moans and bucks. When I could tell that she had almost climaxed, I raised my head. It took her a moment to realize that I had stopped. Coming off of her momentary high, she gave me that seductive look before easing off of the freezer. She poured out a handful of the syrup, then proceeded to rub it all over my chest and down to my cock. Having been so long without the intimate touch of a woman, I thought I was going to come with just that simple touch, but I was able to hold in my heavy load. She took the same approach that I had, moving from nipple to nipple before dropping to her knees and beginning to lick my rod clean. Beginning with the head, she slowly licked off the syrup. I leaned forward, not only in an attempt to urge her on but to place my hands on the edge of the chest freezer for support. She continued down the shaft, then lifted my dick as she licked each of my balls clean. Then, she did what none of my previous girlfriends had done for me. She took my entire 8 inch shaft down her throat, causing an immediate moan to rise from within me. As she worked up and down my penis, she used one of her free hands to cup and rub my testicles. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, I shot my creamy load deep into her throat, where it would join the syrup. After licking my cock to make sure she had gotten every little bit, she stood up and pulled me into another passionate kiss. Knowing that it wouldn't take any time for me to get hard again, she climbed back onto the freezer and spread her legs wide for me. I moved in, leaning her back until she was lying down. I picked up each of her legs, one over each shoulder, and attempted to insert my cock into her pussy. I took my rod in one hand, and rubbed it up and down her slit before slowly sliding it in until just the head was sunk inside her folds. I flexed my penis, so that the head would grow to it's full potential. Then, in one quick motion, slammed the entire thing into her. She moaned, having been filled so quickly, and reached behind to grasp the windowsill. I started at a slow pace, but quickly abandoned it for a quick thrusting that buried all 8 inches of my cock inside of her. After several minutes of alternating quick and slow thrusts, it was obvious that both of us were on the brink of coming. She used one of her feet to push me away, then slipped off of her throne and to her feet. Turning around, she placed both hands on the edge of the freezer and presented me with a behind view of her supple ass and lips. Once again, I used my free hand to bury my entire cock in her, not wasting time with just the teasing, bulbous head. I used one hand to grip the front of her thigh for leverage, while the other reached behind and found her knobby clit. After less than a minute of this new position, her moaning gave away that she was ready to climax, as was I. With one final thrust, I sunk my entire penis into her and emptied my load as she moaned and tightened around my cock, milking it of all that was left. I let my limp dicks drop out of her, panting. Reaching for my discarded clothing, I began getting dressed again. I had left the register unattended and unlocked. She began getting dressed as well. As she pulled on her shorts, I began wiping off the excess syrup and fluids off of the surfaces that we had occupied. And when I turned around, I realized that she had silently left. Glancing out the window across the room, I saw her car pulling out of the parking lot. I laughed to myself as I noticed her lacey panties, which she had left on the doorknob. Tucking them into my pocket, I returned to another slow day at work. Now that I thought about it, I never even found out her name. Job Policy Ch. 02 Following my experience earlier in the week, I had begun to look at each attractive female that entered our store in a different way. Secretly, I would imagine their clothes falling off, then the act of them presenting themselves to me before both of us worked for a well-deserved orgasm. A family of 4 came in one day, seemingly the perfect family. Mother, father, young son and older daughter. I managed to turn the conversation towards my own college experience, and learned that she would be attending college...somewhere in Florida, where they were from...the following semester for the first time. She was surprisingly tall for a female, and had a rather thick waist situated between a large chest and ass. One thing that surprised me the most about the family was the fact that none of them had ever heard of Cheerwine. So I explained the drink to them, then watched as they opened a bottle and tried it. After making a rather large purchase, they left in search of a town about an hour to the north. After half an hour had passed, the daughter reentered. This allowed me another set of glances at her ample figure. She explained to me that they had all decided to stay in one of the local hotels, a Ramada Inn, and leave the following morning. She grabbed several more bottles of Cheerwine out of the fridge, and paid for them as our flirting began to increase past casual friendlyness. She removed one of our business cards from beside the register, and began writing on it. She slid it to me across the counter, and smiled as she exited. I waited until she had left to read what she had written. It was a simple set of words and numbers, the message clear. "Ramada Inn, Rm. 302. All to myself." Not knowing what the evening would lead to, I began to create a false story in my mind in case the message was flawed. A story that relyed on their belief in coincidance and my role at the front desk of the motel. My parents were not expecting me until the morning, as I had told them that I would be meeting some friends at a party and staying the night. However, if for some reason I did show up at home, I could play it off as an unexiting party that I had left very early. I knocked on the door, not knowing what to expect. She greeted me the same clothes that she had been wearing when I first saw her: jean shorts, and a green t-shirt that was stretched tight across her ample chest. But from the looks of things, she had removed her bra, and her nipples were beginning to show through the fabric. "Right on time" she said quietly, taking my wrist and pulling me behind her into the room as I shut the door and chained it. She turned around as we reached the foot of the bed, taking my other hand and leaning in. We locked lips, massaging each others tongues and letting our hands explore each others clothed bodies. She broke the kiss, much sooner than I would have liked, and gently pushed me down onto the bed. "Just make yourself comfortable." I took her advice, and kicked off my flip-flops as she retreated into the bathroom. Glancing around the room, I could tell that she hadn't unpacked much. Her suitcase lay open, yet still organized, and the king sized bed was still made. I ran my hands along the comforter, feeling the rough cover that was typically found in hotel rooms. I heard some stirring, and looked up as she reentered the room. She had abandoned the shorts for a pink lace thong, complete with furry pink edging. A plain white t-shirt, much tighter than the first, tested the ability of cotton to stretch and conform. She leaned against the doorway and gave me a seductive look before walking the few steps to where I sat and leaning in for another passionate kiss. Stepping back, she watched as I stripped off my maroon polo shirt and pulled off my khaki shorts, both tossed to the side. My blue boxers were stretched to their limit, a tent hovering over my crotch. A wet spot began to show where a drop of precum was escaping my hole, anxious for what was to come. I used my hands to push back on the bed, my head finding the pillows that were still hidden under the covers. "Why don't you join me" I said, patting the comforter beside me. She crawled up the bed on her hands and knees, speaking as she moved along. "I've wanted you from the time I saw you. It's been hard just to keep my hands off of myself thinking about you." Swinging her leg over me and hovering above my now-obvious erection, still covered, she whispered into my ear. "I need your cock inside of me." I dipped my head, my mouth finding her left tit through the cotton. Like a baby, I began sucking at her nipple. I moved to the other side, noticing a wet spot where my saliva had dampened the shirt. She moaned, lowering herself to allow me better access. Briefly taking my mouth off of her, I slid my hands up her sides to remove the shirt and reveal her naked flesh for further pleasure. I pinched her nipple between my fingers as I teased the other with my tongue, eliciting further moans. Sitting up, she took her own ample breasts into her own hands and massaged them as she turned around and lowered herself back down. I hooked my thumbs into her waistband, and pulled down the last bit of clothing that adorned her body as she did the same to me. Then, I used my hands to hold the back of her thighs and pull her pussy to my mouth. I felt one of her hands wrap around my cock as she planted kisses on the head. As our position unfolded into the seductive 69, I ran the tip of my tongue between her folds and noticed a sexy strip of hair that adorned her otherwise bare crotch. Moving one of my hands from her leg, I used it to part her lips as I ran my tongue deeper into her vagina. Her muffled moans created a sensational feeling around the top half of my cock that was buried inside of her mouth. I released my hold on her lips, using my index finger to penetrate her as I moved my attention to her clit. Slowly drawing her clit into my mouth, I began sucking on it as I slowly pulled my finger in and out of her wet pussy. I didn't have much experience in this area, but I had read enough stories to know what I was doing. And by the reaction I was getting, everything that I was doing was working. Sensing that she was on the brink of an orgasm, I began to realize that she was bobbing her head up and down on my dick. Her lips would sink to my rough pubic hair, then rise back up to clean the clear fluid off of my tip. She briefly pulled completely off of my cock, stroking it with her hand. "Oh God. That's it baby, come for me." She quickly moved her head up and down several times, causing me to release my creamy load inside of her mouth as she bucked on my face and screamed through closed lips. She rose off of me, turning back around and crawling up, eye level with me. I kissed her on the forehead, placing my left hand on her ass and using it to pull her closer to me. "That was great" I said, looking over at her. "That was just the start" she whispered, looking deep into my eyes as I returned the gaze. Her free hand had come to rest on my chest, while I had released her ass and placed my palm over her vagina, massaging it lightly. "I don't think I've ever come like that" she said, closing her eyes. "Me either." I didn't mention my encounter the week before, which had come close to this one. And we were only getting started. I sensed that we had the entire night to spend together, and that it would be a rather...productive one. As I've said, my age combined with hormones didn't keep me soft for long. My cock had already begun to rise again, and was resting on her thigh. "It looks like somebody is ready for round two." Without waiting for a response, she sat up and straddled my waist. Resting my head against the pillows, I used both hands to hold the headboard. Sitting back, she rested one ass cheek on each of my legs. She took my cock between her palms, slowly twisting it back and forth. Fully aroused and grown to my full length, she slowly rose and planted one foot on either side of me so that her pussy hovering just inches above my cock. I gripped the insides of her thighs, using my thumbs to slowly trace circles around her hole and drag across her center. She eased down, slowly impaling herself on my 8 inches. I gasped at how tight her walls were, and she let out a barely audible squeak as her lips engulfed my entire cock and settled on my stomach. "You want this pussy, don't you?" She knew I did, and that she was going to get a dick in return. Slowly, she began sliding up and down on my member, rising so that the edge of her vagina grasped the bottom of my crown before she slid back down. She had picked up a slow tempo, and the feeling it was causing was torture, combined with the view of watching her boobs bounce up and down. I had placed my hands on her waist, using it to guide her down onto my cock. She took advantage of that to massage her breasts. "Uhhhhh, fuck. That big cock feels so good." She had thrown her head back, and was beginning to moan rather loudly. I gripped her waist tighter, and began rising up off of the bed to meet her as she came down, slamming into my dick. Her whole body shuddered, and I could tell that she was almost ready for another mind blowing orgasm. Putting her hands on my stomach, she pushed off of me and immediately turned around, and lowered back down. I grasped my shaft, and aimed it straight for her pussy as she slid back down on it. One of my hands reached up to hold her tit as the other rubbed her clit back and forth while she bounced up and down on me. "Oh, fuck that feels good" I said, on the brink of cumming. "Harder baby, harder, AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I slammed into her two more times before leaving my entire cock imbedded in her as I released my seed. She screamed, her pussy tightening around my dick as she milked every last bit of my cum before collapsing on top of me. My limp cock pulled out of her as I rolled onto my side, taking her with me, and drifting off into a deep sleep while I spooned her. I slowly came out of my slumber to the sound of a phone ringing. Looking over my shoulder, the clock was displaying 7:00 A.M. The bright red numbers stood out in the dark room. She had apparently risen some time during the night and turned off the lights before retuning to the bed. We were now facing each other, and our bodies had become intertwined during the night. Her leg was over mine, and I held one hand while my other was draped over her. She sighed and moaned lightly, obviously waking up to the same ringing that had woken me up. Her eyes remained shut, but her face nuzzled against my neck as she spoke. "I ordered a wake up call so we would have time to screw again." "I think we could have found time either way." "Mmm. But this way, we'll have plenty of time to enjoy it." She nibbled at my earlobe before rolling off of the bed, her feet finding the floor. She softly made her way towards the bathroom, and the glow that entered the room told me that she had turned on the light. I rolled onto my back, my morning erection pointing straight at the ceiling. Just as my hand had begun to slowly stroke my cock, I heard water running. Smiling to myself, I slid off of the bed and entered the bathroom. I could see her silhouette on the shower curtain as the water switched from faucet to showerhead. She turned, pulling the curtain tight and pressing her tits against it. "Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to get in here and fuck me?" I didn't need any further encouragement, and stepped over the high side of the bathtub and into the steam of the shower. With the jets pounding on my back, I slowly pushed her against the back wall and kissed her. Our hands began roaming, learning each others bodies again as she softly bit my lower lip. Releasing my grip on her, I turned and searched for a washcloth and bar of soap. Working up a rather heavy lather, I turned her around and began washing and massaging her body. I paid special attention to her breasts and crotch, alternating between the rough fabric of the motel-grade clothe and my hands. My cock, still hard from waking up, began to gently press against her backside. I followed it with the clothe, ending with a gentle bite on the right cheek. She turned to face me as I stood up. "You're horrible, you know that?" "How so?" I asked, an evil grin on my face. I knew that it was because of the slow torture that I had induced with the lather. She turned me around, and proceeded to wash every inch of my body. She left my cock for last, getting an ample layer of soap on her bare hand and stroking it softly. While she was rubbing my shaft, the stream of warm water from the shower head began landing on the head of my dick, further inducing the pleasure she was causing me. "Enough of this" she said, dropping the washcloth as I turned to face her once again. "I need you inside of me." I spun her around, and ran my hands up her side until they found hers, which I then guided to the wall of the shower. Then I used them to spread her legs, and ran one seductive finger across her mound. Knowing this would be the last chance that I would get to fuck her brains out, I decided that it would end in a screaming orgasm that she wouldn't soon forget. I took my shaft in my hand, making sure that it was at it's full length and girth, then ran the tip of it up and down her slit. "Now you're just teasing me. Quit fucking around and get that dick in me." "Well if you want it, you're going to have to beg for it." I wanted her to need me, want me, and beg me to fill her. I started dragging my cock against her slit again, and she wiggled her ass back trying to get me to penetrate her. I moved back, preventing it, and watched as she reached behind in an attempt to take a "hands on" approach to things. I took her hand in mine, and guided it back against the wall, then leaned in and whispered in her ear. "Uh uh. You'll get it when I decide you want it bad enough." But at the rate I was going, I needed her just as bad as she was needing me. "Please baby, I need that hard cock inside of me." I pressed in a little further, my head disappearing between her soft lips, but no further. "Oh God" she moaned, "please. Fuck me with that big, thick cock of yours." Enough was enough. Without any warning, I slowly slid my entire shaft into her until my balls were resting against her ass cheeks. I began moving back and forth inside of her, burying my cock inside of her pussy before pulling it back out again. One of her hands left the wall and drifted down to her button, where it began making circular motions. As I sped up my thrusting, my balls began making a slapping noise as they swung to collide with her ass. She had already begun to tighten around my dick, on the brink of cumming. But I still had plenty in me, and was convinced that she would have a multiple. "Uhhhh, fuck. That's it, keep throwing that dick into me. Yes, yes, YES!" Her moans were driving me further to the brink, and I could tell that she was cumming again. Then she did something that I wasn't expecting. Coming down off of her third orgasm, she pulled her ass away so that my hard dick pulled out of her. She turned around, then moved me so that I had my back to the shower curtain. Sensing the only thing I could do, I sat down on the side of the tub and watched her kneel down. She took her globes between her hands, and placed them on either side of my cock. One of my hands reached up to grasp the curtain rod as the other went over her shoulder to the bar mounted on the wall. She mashed her tits around my cock, and began moving it up and down. Despite what I may have told my friends, I had never been titty fucked. And if I had been on the brink of cumming before, now I was barely able to hold back. "Oh shit" I moaned, as she looked up to stare into my eyes. "You like that, don't you? You like those tits wrapped around that thick cock of yours." I moaned one final time before sending streams of cum towards the ceiling, some of them arcing over her shoulder before the others landed on her face and neck. Releasing her squeeze on her breasts, she used one hand to stroke every last bit of fluid I had in my crotch out into her mouth. Then she used one finger to retrieve each thick rope from her neck and face, and draw it into her mouth. We both stood up, and she faced the water to wash herself off. I quietly stepped out of the shower, and dried off with a towel from a stack by the sink. Then, I retreated into the bedroom and quickly put my shorts and shirt back on. Moving to the door, I eased it open and glanced outside before stepping out. I sighed, feeling bad about leaving without saying anything, but knew it was for the best. Finding my truck just where I had left it, I quickly covered the road between the motel and my house. "So did y'all have a good time last night?" my father asked, always early to rise. "Yeah, same old thing." He would never know that I had only been a few miles away all night long, enjoying a party for two. Job Policy Ch. 03 Well. I had certainly had an interesting few weeks. If not for the huge problem with the credit card machine, my week would have been damn near perfect. I received a call just as I prepared to hand my day over to the bank, and immediately recognized the sexy voice on the other end of the line. It was Jen, the owner of the store. She and her mismatched-husband owned the store, and came around every once and awhile to "make suggestions" and change things around on us. Typically, the day-to-day dealings were taken care of by Jens's parents, who lived near the store. With her parents on vacation, Jen had been forced to come in and check the financial balances for the week. I had only seen her on three occasions, but all had been a treat. She was tall, only an inch or two shorter than me, with long legs and a bronze tan that only came from a bottle or a bed. I had always had a thing for curly hair, and her dirty blond waves were just my style. After several minutes with a bank clerk, I convinced them to fax me the numbers necessary to reconcile the deficit from the weekend. However, being at our smaller store, I was forced to give them a fax number for our main line. I left, explaining to the other clerk where I was headed, and spent a few minutes on the road. Entering the main branch, I gave a mock salute to my coworkers busy behind the counter before heading into the back room and searching for the fax machine, which I had never seen, only had the number from a large contact list posted on the wall. Failing to find it, I considered the possibility that it was in the house, most likely the office that contained our safe and change box. Rushing through the back door and into the office, I was surprised to see that it was already occupied. Jen hadn't told me that she was going to be there, just to call her when I got everything done. But there she was, in all of her glory, with a stack of bills and paperwork spread out on the desk. She glanced up, just as surprised to see me as I was to see her. "Hey, how are you?" "Uh, fine. I came to pick up the fax the bank sent over." I had struggled to get that much out. Seating in the leather office chair, her attire left little to the imagination. She had on a denim mini-skirt, open white blouse, and cork high heels. She would have turned heads on any college campus, despite the fact that she was in her late thirties and the mother of two. Standing up on those long toned legs of hers, she began to explain to me that the fax machine didn't even work, and was abandoned under the desk. Great. I had driven down for nothing. But with the view I was getting, I didn't complain. "I think it may still work, but you have to switch over the phone lines and warm it up. There may be something else you have to do, I haven't used it in a long time." She bent over to look at the machine, and I stared down the back of her skirt. I could see the edge of a white thong, and was thankful that I had chosen baggy shorts to wear to work that day. Surely she didn't know what a view she was giving me, but she took a generous amount of time looking at a fax machine that didn't work. As she straightened back up, I quickly averted my eyes to hers. "You know, I decided to hire you over the other applicants for a couple of reasons. You're outgoing personality, knowledge of the area, and that nice cock of yours." This last statement took me by complete surprise, and rendered me speechless. Suddenly I remembered the rather tight dress slacks that I had worn to the interview. She obviously noticed the stunned look on my face. "Don't think that I haven't seen you staring at my chest, and watching my ass when I wasn't looking." Oh God, here it came. I would be looking for employment come this time tomorrow. "Everything that you've been doing is highly inappropriate. But I couldn't be more turned on." Surely I was hearing her wrong. The view that I had enjoyed must have distorted my hearing. But when she turned pushed me back onto another chair in the office, I decided that I maybe my hearing wasn't so bad after all. She straddled me, sitting down on my lap and taking my head between her hands. She pulled me into a deep kiss, our tongues massaging each other and exploring each others mouth as I placed my hands on her lower back. As we continued our impromptu make out session, I felt my hand easing up her skirt and along her thighs. I pushed her thong to one side, and began stroking her pussy with two fingers. I could feel that it was shaved, and apparently very recently. Slowly, I inserted both fingers into her wet hole, causing her head to drop back with a drawn out moan. Using the break in the kiss to lower my head, I began teasing the flesh exposed above her shirt. Glancing up, I noticed that she was biting her lower lip as I continued finger fucking her. "Oh God" she moaned, followed by a sharp intake of breath. I removed my fingers from her tight entrance. She stood up, and pulled down the edge of her skirt. Without even saying a word, she used one seductive finger to beckon me to follow her. I rose off of the chair, and felt my erection straining against my boxers and shorts. I followed her out of the office, and into the main room of the house. I had never gone past the office, but I immediately knew why we were in this room. On the floor, situated behind a white couch and matching chair, was a white fur rug. Not real fur, of course, but a soft substitute. Turning to face me, she reached back to finish what I had started with her zipper. While she was busy with that, I turned my attention to the buttons on her blouse. I slowly unbuttoned them, one by one, until the top was fully open. I peeled it off of her as she let her skirt fall to the floor. My earlier view had been correct. She was wearing a white lace thong, and a matching bra. Not wanting her to be the only one exposed, I hurriedly tugged down my shorts, accidentally lowering my boxers with them. Loose around my ankles, I kicked them to the side along with my flip-flops. Reaching up, I tugged my shirt off and tossed it onto the couch. In the short time that I had been blinded by my shirt, she had released the clasp on her bra and let it fall, but still covered her chest with her arm. I noticed that unlike me, she still had on her shoes. But I didn't intend for her to take them off, that would only add to the sensuality of the situation. Bending down, I moved her hands to the side and cupped her left breast while I took the right nipple into my mouth. I used my other free hand to lower her panties from the front, my palm slowly dragging across her mound. Now that both of us were completely naked, it was time for the fun to begin. She dropped to her knees on the rug, running her hands down my chest and stomach as she did. Then, grasping my shaft in one hand, she slowly began tracing circles around the tip of my cock with her tongue. "Uhhh, fuck. That feels so good." I threw my head back and moaned, then ran my hand through her curly hair before placing it on the back of her head to guide her mouth. Taking my hint, she slowly began taking my dick in her mouth inch by inch, sliding it back out before taking in the next bit of length. She used her tongue to tease the ridge on the bottom of my dick as she slowly bobbed up and down, alternating between a quick and slow pace. I felt an orgasm rising in my balls, and began using my hand to pull her towards me, fucking her mouth. Her lips tightened around my shaft, eliciting further moans as I quickly reached my climax. Suddenly, and without warning, I blew my load deep into her mouth on one of her down strokes. She used one hand to jerk me off, making sure that she got every last drop of cum. Now it was my turn. I dropped down to eye level with her, and turned her so that she was facing away from me. I slowly lowered her down onto the plush fur, then bent her legs back. Leaning forward, I used my tongue to enter her from behind. Flicking my tongue in and out, I lapped at the juices that were escaping her. She began rhythmically circular grind against the soft rug, tenderly massaging the top of her pussy as I invaded the bottom with my tongue. She gripped the rug tightly in each hand, obviously ready for me to finish what I had started. Taking the hint, I lifted her bottom off of the rug and dove in with more vigor, sucking her puffy lips into my mouth before continuing the tongue fucking that had brought her to the point of no return. Screaming into the rug, which was covering her mouth, her legs straightened out as she erupted. Sitting up, I watched her stretch out and rub against the fur that had become our nest. It was funny to think that in a matter of minutes, I had turned what I viewed as a hard-assed business owner into a plaything that was feeling the rug as if she was a young child. But this was no child before me, just a woman. One that needed satisfying. My erection had returned once again, a full solid 8 inches with average girth. Rolling over, she opened her eyes and bent her legs once again, planting both corked heels on the floor. I noticed a wet covering the fur where I had just pleasured her. "Are you ready for this pussy, baby?" she asked, stroking her folds with one hand while she leaned back on her elbow. It was strange hearing my boss talk to dirty, especially to a lowly employee like me. But I had learned that everyone had a side not usually seen to the public. "As ready as I'll every be." "Then get that hard dick in me and make me scream your name." That was all the encouragement that I needed, and I leaned forward with a hand on each side of her holding my body up. As I lowered my groin towards hers, she used the hand that had been absentmindedly feeling her vagina to guide me towards her hole. I buried myself to the hilt with one quick motion. "Uh, fuck. Take me, you stud." Her legs straightened out as I filled her, then wrapped around my waist. She dug her heels into me, using them to pull me deeper into her as I thrusted. The high leg position allowed me for deeper penetration, and I could feel the tip of my cock making contact with her cervix. I began changing my thrusts, raising my hips up to thrust down while lowering them to cause extra friction on the bottom of her walls when I pulled out. I watched her face, her eyes closed, changing into one of pleasure. She began panting, her mouth wide open, as she reached her second orgasm of the encounter. Digging her nails into my shoulders and back, she began pulling me into her with an increased desire. I began pausing slightly before burying back inside of her, anxious to release my load once again. "Cum for me baby. That's it. UHHHHHHHHH!" Her shouts of encouragement drove me to the edge, and with one final down stroke I felt my cum splash inside of her walls as her hips bucked off of the floor. I collapsed beside her, my cock coming out of her tight hole with a squelching noise before it collapsed as well. Looking down, I could see several drops of my seed leaking out of her as she ran one finger up my body and across my chest as I let my head relax and stared at the ceiling. After holding on to each other for several minutes, we slowly got dressed and reentered the store so that nobody would get suspicious. They all knew why I had originally driven up, and would suspect that we were busy with the fax. I noticed two things in the few weeks that I remained working at the store. Jen came around much more often, and I was suddenly making much more an hour than I had before.