0 comments/ 24353 views/ 0 favorites Pink Slip By: Julius700 This was it. After the promise of quick dollars had led Jonathan to leave a half-assed consulting career for a sales position at this dot-com, less than 8 months later and no sales, Jonathan was staring at the HR director handing him his COBRA form. At 6 PM, he was the last that day and the HR director looked like she was barely holding up. Fridays were supposedly the best day to lay people off, since you had a weekend to cool down and reorganize. Jonathan looked over at the 30-something director and felt a tinge of pity for her. Sheila was a very attractive woman and smart to boot. She had joined when hopes where high and the NASDAQ higher. It was a good career move for her back then - she was able to run an entire department and hire all sorts of people at a rapid pace. Her Kashmir Indian good looks (blue eyes, light brown skin, and sumptuous curves), as well as her ways with the H-1 visas soon had the development team staffed with some of the best programmers around. No one had anticipated that there would be no demand for the technology, or that the company would be laying off at an even faster rate a year later. Sheila had given the walking papers to 40 people today, her staff working overtime to get all of the documents in order. This experience had her thinking about getting out of Human Resources altogether, and definitely ready to get rip-roaring drunk this evening. And there stood Jonathan, one of the nicer guys in the sales department, and definitely handsome. Perhaps it was due to the sales profession's demands, or an unfounded stereotype, but something about surviving on making your quota made for athletic, good-looking staff. Jonathan looked across the desk as his hand signed off on a last sheet. In the last months, he had given up on closing a deal, and began working out 2 hours per day. Running in the park and lifting weights kept his mind off the turmoil at work. He was lean muscle, with a close shorn crop of blond hair and a white-toothed, boyish grin. He had half a mind to try his luck at modeling, now that the sales gig had ended. -This, I think, is the last of the papers. Now we can both get on to happy hour, or what is left of it. I feel relieved, actually, now that this is over. Sheila stared into this carefree bachelor's smiling eyes, and for an instant wished that she was sitting on the other side of the table - in his lap. She crossed her legs awkwardly, feeling a distinct tingle between her thighs, as the humidity crept up. -Jonathan, I hope you know that this is in no way a reflection on you. We had to do some very painful layoffs today, and I do not think we have seen the last of it. Jonathan smiled, and for a minute it seemed as though he was winking at her. -I totally understand. And to show that I am a good sport, how about joining me for a drink. I'm sure you could use one. Sheila smiled a rather girlish smirk, her full lips creasing sensuously, her lipstick gloss catching the desk light momentarily. -Actually, I have a bottle of Scotch in my desk. Everyone has pretty much left for today, and I have been thinking about this bottle since noon. Jonathan needed no prompting. -I'll go get some cups and ice. Sheila's first glass went down smoothly. The single-malt was definitely worth the wait. She laid back luxuriously in the probably soon-to-be repossessed leather sofa out in common-area. Jonathan had poured them a second glass and was busy racking up the pool balls. The pool table had been "let go" today, but the movers would not arrive until Monday. -This scotch is excellent. Care for a game of pool? Sheila was momentarily engrossed in watching Jonathan's powerful hands gently arranging the eight ball. Her eyes wandered to his jeans-clad, obviously toned buttocks. She took a strong sip and managed: -Sounds like a reasonable idea. But there was nothing reasonable about their game. Jonathan quickly began drilling balls left and right, his rolled-up shirt sleeves revealing rippling forearms. He caught her eyes from across the table. -A lot of green for this shot. How much would you bet I make it. Sheila suddenly felt like a school girl. Blushing, she wagered: -I bet you…Well I wouldn't feel right wagering for money. But my jacket is messing up my shots anyway, so I wager my jacket that you don't make the 3. Jonathan sunk the 3 solid before the words had left her lips. -There, well now you can take it off. And it won't fit me, so keep it. Sheila's jacket ended up on the couch, revealing her ample bosom concealed only marginally by a silk tank top. Jonathan nodded, more at her cleavage than anything else. -Now you have more wiggle-room for your shots. Not one to miss a double-entendre, Jonathan poured her another shot of the scotch. The bottle was looking half full. -Hmmm, purred Sheila, as she sauntered over to a corner pocket. You have left me with a full glass and no easy shots. Jonathan flashed a healthy smile and, moving behind her, gently touched her arm. -Au contraire, you have a straight shot at the 6. There's just a lot of table to cross. Here, bend over the table more. From Jonathan's vantage point, he now had a clear view of two very nice breasts swaying suggestively as Sheila angled for her shot. Her scent, the scotch combined with a clean scrubbed perfume, tinged with a faint smell of stress from the day, was intoxicating. Sheila looked down at Jonathan's powerful arm as it cradled her hand, and slowly shifted her flanks so that they were touching Jonathan's thigh. Had she moved back a little further, she would have become aware of a raging hard-on. Jonathan tore his gaze away from her breasts long enough to see her business skirt hike up and settle on his leg. A faint outline of a garter belt whispered just at the hem. Jonathan whispered hoarsely. -Hold the Q steady, and make sure you take it across the table. Sheila looked up at him, her right breast briefly brushing his hand. -Care to wager on this one? I bet you your shirt that I don't make it. Sheila took aim and sunk the 6. -Well, I guess we have a difficult wager to pay up here, Ms. HR Director. The heat rose noticeably from Sheila's body as she turned around. Jonathan had not moved and caught her in a close embrace. -Take off your shirt, Sheila. I want to see what I've been staring at. Sheila removed the black tank top to reveal a lacy bra barely supporting two light brown boobs. Jonathan lost all inhibitions and began kissing Sheila's neck, with her moaning in approval. -Yes Jonathan. My breasts are very sensitive - they need of your attention. Jonathan stripped Sheila of her bra and began ravishing her breasts with his hands and his tongue. -Ohhhh. Suck my tits Jonathan. Lick them. Mmmm. Jonathan complied while hiking up her business skirt to reveal the long promised garter belt and lacy panties. Sheila's lips were swollen and half parted with anticipation. An earthy smell of sex emanated from her skirt. Jonathan suddenly left her breasts to begin a trail down her belly and underneath her skirt. His descent was soon rewarded with renewed moans as Jonathan pushed the lacy fabric to one side of her nether lips. -Use your tongue on me. Yesss. Sheila hissed. Jonathan's tongue and fingers began a sensuous, round-about journey, touring her thighs and mound, before finally settling on her engorged clit. By now, Sheila's thighs were shaking in anticipation. At the third flick of Jonathan's tongue, Sheila's clit sent a rapturous orgasm coursing through her entire vagina. Dizzily swinging around, Sheila hiked up her skirt and laid her self prone across the pool table, the twin globes of her ass beckoning lewdly. Jonathan needed no prompting. With one quick zip, he was out of his jeans and his magnificent hard-on jutted quivering as he laid his palm on Sheila's derriere. Pushing her skirt up still farther he made his was towards her dripping wet hole, easing his full girth into her with a collective sigh. As she grunted with appreciation, Jonathan pulled out almost up to the tip and then swung the motion back into her heated pussy. She was immensely hot inside, and with each thrust she began letting out ferocious moans. -OH FUCK. OH GOD. OH DO ME. FUCK ME HARDER. HOW, UHH. Jonathan began pummeling her ass, her thighs flexing to receive each impending thrust. Jonathan gripped her garter-encased torso with both hands, sliding his girth close to the entrance of her womb, her pussy generating immense heat and friction. Her breaths began coming in short gasps, her vagina spasming wildly and her knees giving way. Jonathan gave no quarter and continued to pump Sheila furiously with his rod, sweat beads beginning to form on his broad shoulders. His heavy biceps now flexed to hold Sheila up and continue to keep her in position. Sheila was moaning incoherently as Jonathan felt his own orgasm beginning to build from deep within his balls. As he gazed down upon the quivering globes of Sheila's ass, and with a throaty roar let loose a torrent of semen into Sheila's supercharged vagina. Jonathan moved in with Sheila that very weekend. She would support him in more ways than one in following months... Pink Slip I can honestly say that at 45 years old, I must have the suckiest job in the world. I manage a grocery store in a small California town. I have to be at the store at 5 in the morning just to prepare for the usual morning rush. And to make the matter worst, I have employees who have little or no respect for their jobs. I have stock clerks who comes to work as they please and cashiers who comes to work when they're ready. But there is one cashier that used to cause the most problems. That is until we reached an agreement. Her name is Shawna. Shawna is a 20 year old African American brat. She had only been employed by me for 2 months and already she missed 4 days of work without calling in. I had no choice but to begin the process of terminating her employment. I was already in the process of filling out the paperwork (the dreaded pinkslip) when she reported in for work. Ironically, she was already 20 minutes late for work. She entered the employee lounge, where I was waiting, to punch in for work. She managed to punch in before I could prevent it. "Shawna", I said, "have a seat, we need to talk." "Okay Mr. Martin. By the way, I apologize for being late again.", she said as she sat across from me. No matter what the issue is, I never enjoyed firing anyone. But I presented her record of offenses to her. Her tardiness, absences, and occassional cash shortages were discussed. Needless to say, she became defensive. Now this was going to get harder, so I thought. Then, just as she could see it coming, I showed her the pink slip and told her, "I'm sorry, Shawna, but I have to let you go." "No, no Mr. Martin. Please don't fire me. I got 2 kids to take care of and my boyfriend is going to be pissed if I go home and tell him that I'm fired.", she said. I could tell that it was painful for her as I began to notice tears welding in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Shawn. That's all I have to say. It's been nice having you work here." I stood up and walked to the door. Just as my hand touched the doorknob, Shawn jumped up and in desperation she said in a louder voice than normal, "Alright Mr. Martin. I'll do anything you want if you just let me continue working here." I frooze in place. This was not the same Shawna that I knew. Shawna was often quiet and would keep to herself. When I turned to her, she realized what she said and collected herself. For that short moment, I realized how horny I was since I hadn't been laid in a month. I walked back to my chair and sat down. "What are you trying to say, Shawna." "No, don't misunderstand. I just want to prove myself. I'll come in earlier everyday and" I stopped her before she could finish, "Nope, how bad do you want your job?" "Mr. Martin, I know what you're asking but I'm sorry. I can't do that. I'm not that kind of a woman and besides, my boyfriend would kill the both of us if he knew." "That's not my problem, Shawna. I got my job and you want yours back." By then, she got very defensive. "Well, that's tough. I don't date white boys and I sure as hell don't fuck white boys. You'll have to find another black piece of ass to play with because I'm not the one." Then I stood up and told her, "Well, it's your choice to make. Either meet me in the parking lot when we both punch out at 3 or don't bother showing up tomorrow. I'll even have some police officers here to escort you off of the property if you try to show up. So, your job is still good at least for today." Shawna paused and thought about it for a while as I proceeded to leave the room. "Okay, Mr. Martin, hear me out." I listened as she spoke. "Okay, I'll do this but as far as I'm concerned, it's just fucking. No romance in it because I don't want to do this. Therefore, all we'll do is fuck. No oral, no kissing, no foreplay at all. Just fuck and get the fuck up." "Good enough for me", I told her. Needless to say, it felt like 3 PM took so damn long to come. But finally, she and I punched out when my assistant manager came in. Luckily, no one noticed us leaving the store and getting in my car together. Once we got to a motel and into the room, Shawna quickly excused herself into the bathroom. While she was in the bathroom, I began removing my shirt and tie. Within minutes, Shawna exited the bathroom completely naked with her clothes and shoes neatly folded in her arms. She gave me a pissed off look as she sat her clothes on a nearby chair. I couldn't believe the killer body that Shawna had. She had the most beautiful dark complexion. Considering that she's had babies since she was 15, her 36C breasts still looked quite firm and she had tight thigh muscles like someone who plays tennis regularly. Her stomach was not that flat but I liked it. Shawna laid on the bed as I began lowering my pants. To her surprise, I lowered my boxers and my dick was already at full attention. Hell, not getting any in a month does that to a guy. "I hope you got a condom because I sure as fuck don't need to get pregnant for your white ass", she told me. "No, I don't use them. Sorry. Just lay there and get ready to get fucked." "Don't worry. That's what I intend to do. Just fucking lay here. When you're done, bring me to get my car so I can go home before my man get home." I couldn't believe it, she wsa right. Shawna just laid there with her legs opened about 10 inches and had her eyes closed. She had no intentions on enjoying it whatsoever. But I approached her and placed my body on top of hers. I rested my body on my elbows and my face was very close to hers. I could only hear her breathing softly. For a brief second, she opened her eyes to tell me, "I said no kissing, Mr. Martin. Just fuck me and leave me alone." On that note, I reached down and guided my 7 inch dick to her sweet black pussy. I didn't want to enter her dry so I began sliding the head up and down her slit and I felt it rub her clit on a few occassions, which caused her to breath a little harder. Just as I could hear the moistness of her pussy, I pushed in and almost instantly, I noticed her eye brow shutter and her breathing pattern change. She was so fucking tight. Almost instantly, her pussy was hugging my dick and holding on to it as I pumped in and out of her. All this time, she kept her eyes closed and her body stayed still. It was like fucking a log. She made no sounds or movements, other than her breathing. I didn't care what kind of arrangements she thought she made with me, I decided to change the pace a little. When I heard her pussy literally sucking my dick and making slurping noises, I grabbed her left leg and placed in around my back. This allowed me deeper penetration and it caught her off guard. Her head bucked up and her mouth opened as if to catch her breath. The more and harder I pumped my dick in her, I watched her beautiful breasts bouncing across her chest. It was paradise just watching those firm black tits bouncing up and down her chest. I heard her whisper softly, "Oh fuck. Shit, Mr. Martin." I was fucking her in this position for a few minutes and each time I would pound her pussy with force, she would breath harder through her mouth. I even noticed that she began bucking her hips against mine. This girl was beginning to really enjoy the fucking that I was giving her. Then to make it really worth her while, I balanced myself on my knees. Then I lowered my hand to her pussy and tickled her clit. With that, she let out a loud orgasmic moan. Looking at this sexy ebony woman having multiple orgasms was so beautiful, I felt forced to kiss her opened mouth. Surprising, she sucked my tongue in with heated passion. While we kissed, she continued moaning inside my mouth. Finally, our lips parted and she opened her eyes and told me, "MMMMMMr. Maaaartin. Fuck me haaaaaarder." Then I increased my speed and she nearly screamed with orgasm. "Fuck man, you're goooood. I'm cuuuuuummmmmiiiing.", she yelled. I felt the cum boiling in my balls and knew that I was about to shower her pussy interior with some hot cum. But it became torturous when, to my surprise, Shawna reached down between our bodies with her hand and began rubbing my balls. I let out a loud moan and shot my load deep into her beautiful black pussy. Her pussy continued sucking my dick until I was totally spent. Shawna appeared to be catching her breath when I collapse beside her. I held one of her firm breasts and told her, "Well, since I wasn't allowed to do it during sex, I'll do this now." Before she could reply, I lowered my head to her black tits and sucked on her nipples. I felt her moan again as she held my head there. We ended up falling asleep in that position. We woke up a couple of hours later and stormed out of the room so as to get her home on time. While we drove back to the store to retrieve her car, Shawna leaned over and slept on my arm. Once we got back to the store's parking lot, we made an agreement with each other. She explained to me, "Like I told you before, we can never date each other. I already have a boyfriend and I don't date white boys." "But you just fucked one today.", I replied. "Well, there's a first time for everything. But if you keep me on at the store, we can be each other's weekly booty call." I agreed to that and she continued coming to work when scheduled and on time. But despite her boyfriend, we ended up becoming a booty call for each other every other day instead. Pink Slip Anthony had his eyes on the clock in the bottom right corner of his computer. He had waited all week for that clock to read 5:00 pm on Friday, just like he does every week. And he was less than an hour from reaching that weekly milestone. This week had been especially brutal for him. His nagging boss Karen had been riding his ass even harder than usual, and he desperately needed the weekend to come, even though it only meant recharging for two days and coming back to do it all over again. Ever since the ugly divorce Anthony has felt that he is stuck in this job he can no longer stand. He needs this job because he's just scraping by, but has no motivation to look for a better one since any additional income he makes will just get taken away in child support payments. Lately he's been in a constantly foul mood. Bitter, angry, unmotivated and desperate. Which is not a great recipe for meeting women, so he hasn't been laid in over six months, which doesn't help his mood. The job itself isn't too bad. He knows what he's doing and does it pretty well, but all of the outside problems have taken their toll on him. Plus the fact that his boss is very demanding and pushy and places a ton of added stress and pressure on him. It's year end time and the accounting department is under heavy deadline pressure, which have clearly gotten to Karen. She's never been the friendliest person, as she runs a tight ship and is very demanding, but year end turns her from bitchy to satanic. It's too bad, because she's a fairly attractive woman for someone who dresses as professional as her. She's a tall, slender red head in her early 40's. Her body is concealed under heavy pants and skirts and business jackets, but she's at least slender and athletic looking. Of course, all of this is easily overlooked due to her personality. Anthony has managed to work under Karen for two years, six overall with the company, without having any major problems with her. But the problems from his personal life along with the stress from work are pushing him to his limits. In the last few weeks he's had a couple of run-in's with Karen and he's not been shy to show Karen his lack of motivation for the job. He's been less productive and very surly towards Karen and the rest of his co-workers. But all he could think about was 5:00 pm. Only 20 more minutes. As his mind wandered off to his first order at the bar, his phone rang. It was Karen's name on the screen. With his mind in weekend mode, the last thing he wanted to do was deal with her bullshit, so he ignored the call. Anthony was done for the week and began wasting the last minutes of the week on the internet. As he was deciding which article looked most interesting on espn.com, he was startled by a firm "Anthony!" As he clumsily tried to close the web browser he glanced up and saw Karen glaring at him. "Karen, how can I help you?" stuttered Anthony. After a quiet pause, Karen demanded "I just called you, why didn't you pick up?" "I was on the other line" Anthony fired back, his jaw tightening as his blood quickly boiled. Karen glared at him and said in a sarcastic tone "What, where you on the phone with your wife?" Anthony snapped at her "What the hell do you want Karen?" He had just crossed the line, and he knew it, but at this point didn't give a fuck. He looked at her defiantly. Her face blushing with anger, she ordered him into her office and marched off. After composing himself for a few minutes, Anthony made the long walk to Karen's office. It was isolated from the rest of the staff, down the hall and around a corner. Two walls were visible from the outside. One was a glass wall which always had the blinds closed. The other was the entrance to the office. Anthony entered the open door and Karen immediately barked "Shut the door please." Anthony looked into her eyes as he tossed the door shut behind him. The other two walls had a great view of the city. Those had curtains, which were open, letting in the last rays of sunshine for the day. From her office you could see the smoking deck where Anthony let out plenty of steam, especially recently. "Have a seat, Anthony" is what snapped him out of admiring the large office and the view. His eyes jolted over to Karen. She had taken a seat behind her desk. Looking stiff and formal and serious like always in her knee-length skirt, panty hose, closed toe heels, button down shirt and jacket. He walked over and sat down, all the while looking at her angrily. "I don't know what your problem is Anthony, but you do not disrespect me, especially in public. Your attitude and work habits have been terrible lately and I have no choice but to give you a written warning. One more and you're fired." She slammed a sheet of paper on the desk. "What's this?" he asked incredulously. "It's a written reprimand" she replied. "Read it over and sign it and you can go." Anthony defiantly stated, "What if I don't want to sign this." Karen answered, "If you refuse then you can gather your belongings and never come back". "That's bullshit!" he angrily said in a loud voice. She stood up, trying to impose her authority, and glared at him. "If it's bullshit, then leave" she said, challenging him. Anthony stood up and leaned forward. They were now a foot apart, face to face. He slowly and firmly said "Fuck you Karen, I quit." He then crumpled up the piece of paper and threw it at her face. Her instant reaction was to slap him, which she did. Her open right hand slammed violently against his left cheek. A sharp slapping sound filled the air, and his cheek turned red from the impact. His instant reaction was to reach his arm across the desk and grab her. His left hand gripped the top front of her button down shirt. Four fingers on the inside of the shirt, while his thumb pressed against the outside. She jerked back. He reacted by pulling her towards him. They both did so with force. They struggled for a few seconds and then she jerked back once more with all her might. Her buttons flew off from the top of her shirt down to just above her belly button. The shirt flung open revealing a very snug fitting white bra, lots of lightly tanned skin, and a surprisingly full looking chest, most of which was crammed into that bra. "You asshole!" she yelled, "Get the fuck out of my office." Anthony was still filled with rage. His heart pounded in his chest and his legs slightly trembled. There was stillness in the air as they both looked at each other, trying to compose themselves. Anthony's mind quickly recapped all that had just occurred in the last few minutes. He had lost his cool, lost his job, and attacked his boss. What was he going to do now without a job. How was he going to land another good job with what he just said and did to his boss. This seemed to be the culmination to a surreal last few months. He felt desperate. He felt as though his life had just ended. His eyes wandered to Karen's smooth looking, lightly tanned skin. He followed the curves of her bra. Her eyes followed his and she quickly closed her shirt and held it closed. "Leave now you pervert" she ordered. He walked towards her slowly. His eyes focused on hers. He had lost everything and had nothing left to lose that would deter him from anything. He wanted revenge. He wanted someone to pay for all of his suffering. And his sexual needs were in desperate need of being fulfilled. She stood her ground, portraying the authority figure that she was. "Get away from me" she ordered. He ignored her and walked right up to her, behind her desk. He pulled off her jacket with one violent tug. Her arms flung to her sides. Her shirt opening back up. She showed no fear, and delivered and strong right hand punch to his jaw. His jaw popped as his head swung towards his right shoulder. She followed that up by grabbing his shoulders and driving her knee up towards his groin. He reacted quickly by turning to his right and taking the knee on his left thigh. With his thigh stinging sharply, Anthony reached under Karen's arms, turned and tossed her onto her desk. Her torso landed flat on the desk, facing up. He angrily stood over her and pushed her neck down against the desk as he reached under her skirt and grabbed a hold of the waistband of her panties and panty hose together. While she punched at his abdomen, he tugged the panties and panty hose down below her knees. Karen showed no fear and lots of fight, and her punches were hurting Anthony. He countered by squeezing her neck tightly. Her eyes instantly widened and her face began to redden. Her hands gripped his left forearm and tried to pry it away from her neck. For the first time he saw fear in her eyes. She wasn't afraid of him or afraid of a fight, but she was afraid of dying. He smirked as he watched her display some emotion. He was pleased that all of the fear and desperation he had experienced was now being experienced by someone else at his expense. He reached under her skirt and laid his hand over her hairy mound. Her pussy flesh was cold. He ran his fingers over her vagina lips and glanced at her. Her expression turned to anger. There was some fight left in her. She began flailing her arms and her legs, trying to fight herself free. He squeezed her neck tighter. She stopped fighting. She moved her lips and tried speaking, but there was not enough air in her lungs to force out any words. She shook her head and widened her eyes. She was pleading. He rubbed her lips more firmly. "Fight me and I'll kill you. Don't fight me and I'll let you breathe" he said to Karen. He released his grip slightly as she was finally able to take deep breaths. "Burn in hell motherfucker" were the first words out of her mouth once she caught her breath. She glared defiantly into his eyes. "What, do you expect me to cry to you, to beg you not to hurt me. You want me to humble myself to you? Do you want me to whine and plead for mercy? Fuck you! I won't give you the pleasure, asshole. You don't intimidate me. I'm not fighting you because I don't want to die. But you're not gonna see me cower and cry." His face clenched in anger, he jammed two fingers into her pussy hole. She let out a low closed mouth grunt. They glared hatefully into each other's eyes as he began sliding his fingers in and out of her. Her face unchanged as he pumped his fingers rapidly in and out of her pussy. He looked for a reaction, but there was none. He added a third finger inside her vaginal cavity and pumped deeper and rougher. Her lips twitched as she grunted a little louder. He smiled at her. "Never had three in you, have you" he taunted her. "What, is three inches all you have" she taunted back. He pumped his fingers faster and harder. She let out another muted grunt as her body began to react against her will. Anthony could feel heat coming from inside of her, and his fingers were now being aided by the juices secreting from inside her cunt. He smiled again. "I see you're starting to like this" he said. "You don't even know how to arouse a woman, you fag" was her comeback. He could feel the flesh all around her pussy area swell with blood, which meant she was more sensitive in those areas now. He stopped pumping her full of fingers and began massaging her pussy walls and her cunt lips. Her face showed no reaction, but her pelvic area began to twitch every few seconds. He then raised his thumb towards her clit as he continued massaging. Karen's clit wasn't hard to find as it had swelled up. Anthony rubbed his thumb over her clit firmly while they both continued staring at each other. She fought showing a reaction, but he could see her eyes relaxing and getting smaller and glossy. He rubbed her clit more firmly. She tried to reach down towards his hand, but he quickly tightened his grip around her neck, impeding her. "Just beg me to stop and I might actually do it" he said to her as he could feel her pussy reacting favorably to his touching. "Fuck you" she shot back. He turned all of his attention to her clit and rubbed it faster with as many fingers as he could. Her legs began to struggle and her pussy began twitching as she tried to fight off her body's natural reaction. Her face continued to show defiance, but the rest of her body couldn't. She opened her mouth and let out low moans against her will. He smiled wide as he jammed two fingers back into her now wet cunt hole and pumped them furiously while grinding his palm against her clit. Her face turned red as her body tightened and quivered, and her vagina began spasming quickly. She dug her fingernails into his forearm as she yelped out "Ohhhhhh, Ohhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhhh." Her face remained clenched and her eyes strong, but her body had clearly enjoyed the attention Anthony had paid to her pussy. Anthony laughed at her with satisfaction. "Enjoyed it after all, I see" he said. The only response she had was to spit towards him, which missed him. He kept his hand on her neck as he struggled with his left hand to undo his pants. She taunted him by saying "What are you wasting your time for, you already put in me the biggest part of your body." He finally succeeded in getting his pants and boxers down to his ankles. He folded her skirt up to her waist. He pulled her into a seated position by her neck and leaned his torso back. "Ready for this?" he asked. She curiously glanced down and her eyes froze and widened as she saw his fully erect 9" cock. "I know you like what you see, bitch. You might as well enjoy it." he said mockingly. "60 seconds is hardly enough time to please a woman, homo" she shot back. All the while studying his thick, erect cock. He used his feet to pull off her panties and 'hose over her heels by stomping down on them. He kept light pressure on her neck while moving the other hand to the small of her back. He slid her forward until her now soaked hole was off the desk. He budged forward, then in one motion flung his hips and ass forward, forcing his aching cock into her exposed cunt. She moaned, mouth open this time. The heat from inside her felt like fire on his cock. He thrust once more and filled her surprisingly tight hole with his throbbing meat. He looked up at her and saw her glaring right into his eyes fiercely. Her jaw clenched. She still looked defiant, but said nothing. He paused. He was expecting her to continue her tough talk. He looked into her eyes. Silence. He looked down, almost to make sure he really was inside of Karen. He slid the hand from behind her to her waist, keeping her steady. He broke the silence by grunting as he slid his now glistening cock half way out and then plunging it back in. He did it again and again. Her wet pussy provided more than enough lubrication. And the tightness of her cavity firmly massaged his deprived cock with each motion. He thrust faster. Grunting every few seconds. His eyes admiring his work as his cock tingled of satisfaction. As he continued to pump his cock in and out of Karen, her right hand reached up and wrapped itself around his left forearm. Her left hand was pressed down into the desk. He looked up at her face, as he had almost forgot about her while enjoying the view of his cock finally penetrating a pussy. He slowed his thrusts and expected Karen to continue her beratement of him. He looked up, in his head already visualizing her cold stare, her clenched jaw and her puckered lips. Instead her lips were slightly parted, her head tilted down and her eyes focused on his shaft, which slid out of her cunt and then back in repeatedly. Without moving a muscle, she whispered "Don't slow down." Her words sent shivers all over his body. His eyes stared at her face in disbelief. She didn't flinch. He felt as if his cock grew another few inches, and then proceeded slam his pole into Karen more intensely. Karen closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, and exhaled slow and long. Her whole body seemed to relax. His eyes still focused on her face. She looked into his eyes. Her skin slightly flush, causing her red hair to stand out even more. Her face soft. He saw her like never before. Like a woman. She dug her fingernails into his forearm and rocked back and forth on her ass, grinding her tight cavity over his filling meat. His thighs thrust harder. His cock pumping deeper and harder into her hole. Karen moaned softly and constantly. Her hips pumping down as his pumped up. Her left hand reached up and around his neck. Her hand grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him close. His left hand still on her neck, his right arm reached around her back and pulled her close to him. Their bodies inches apart. Karen opened her legs wide and slid down, her cunt impaling itself on his satisfying cock. Her ass more than half off the desk, touching just enough to keep her balanced. Her cunt was his for the taking. They lustfully stared at each other, almost in disbelief, as he began to fuck her faster and harder. She moaned in a soft, deep tone over and over as Anthony slammed her cunt full of cock. Other than her moans and his increasingly heavier breathing, they were silent. As if they were both afraid of ruining this moment. They both stared into the other's eyes, deeply, as if staring into space. Without skipping a beat, Anthony finally removed his left hand from Karen's neck. He slid them both between her firm ass and the desk, burying his fingers into her flesh. He pulled her off the desk. She instinctively threw her legs around his hamstrings, her heels crossing and resting on the back of his knees. She dug her hands into his shoulders and moved her weight there. She used that leverage to slide along his large, satisfying cock as he matched her rhythm. She pulled her chest just far enough from his to enable her to look down and enjoy the view of her underused cunt being filled for pleasure. Her moans got louder as the visual obviously aroused her even more. Her moans further aroused Anthony, who grunted as he increased the force of his thrusts, now drilling his swollen head into the deepest part of Karen's insides. "Fuck me harder!" Karen demanded, finally breaking the tense silence. Anthony whipped her around and drove her into the glass wall behind her desk. Karen shifted her bodyweight back into the wall as Anthony held her up by the top of her hamstrings. He opened her legs wider and rammed his cock furiously into her vulnerable hole. "Oooooooohhhhhhhh yeeeesssss!" yelled Karen. Her voice echoing throughout the room. "Give. It. To. Me." she whined while locking her eyes on the action. He looked up at her. "Enjoying the pounding?" "Ooohhh yes baby. Give me more!" "Enjoying my cock?" "Yes! I want all of your huge cock, baby!" "Beg for it." "Please give it to me." "You can do better than that, you cock hungry slut." "Fuck my cunt hard motherfucker!" Her words sent shivers through his body and he proceeded to mercilessly pound Karen's cunt over and over, releasing all of his anger and frustration in the process. Karen's moans turned into full blown squeals that filled the room. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes. Her body leaning back against the wall and going limp as it tossed around from the force of Anthony's thrusts. "Take it all slut. Enjoy this pounding." Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she began to shiver. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck ... I'm gonna cuuuuuuuuuuuuuum!" she squeeled. Her body shaking as her squeals echoed through the room. "Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!" Her cunt exploding in ecstasy, contracting over and over on his still thrusting pole as her juices gushed all over it. She finished and her body went limp again as she struggled to catch her breath. Anthony pulled Karen away from the wall and fell into her wide, comfortable chair, his soaked cock still inside her. Her heels touched the floor as he gripped her waist tightly and slid her along his throbbing meat pole. He thrust his hips as he guided her up and down his cock. She leaned back and threw her head back. Exhaling deeply she moaned, "Oh baby, fuck me till you explode." Pink Slip He grunted and increased the intensity of his pounding. Her torso flinging back and forth from the fucking as she dug her heels into the floor, causing his head to hit the back of her fuck hole each time. She flung her top open and slid her bra under her deceaving 38D tits. His eyes growing wide and locking in on them. "You like them baby?" He let his actions do the talking as he furiously increased the speed of his thrusts while focusing on her tits, which were now flopping freely in the air. "Oh Baby!" she squealed. "I should've shown them to you earlier" she said with a flirtatious giggle. She lifted her breasts with her hands and ran a finger over each already erect nipple. She then slowly tugged on her wide, round, fire pink nipples while biting into her lower lip. Anthony just grunted louder and kept on pounding her willing cunt. Karen dug her fingers into the soft red flesh of her heavy tits and massaged them deeply. "Play with those tits" Anthony ordered. Karen grinned and sighed. She proceeded to abuse her large mammaries. Massaging and tugging and pinching and biting, arousing herself further in the process. "You like these fucking tits?" "Fuck yea!" "Pound me like you want to cum all over them." He slammed her as hard and fast as he could. While abusing her tits she let out an office shaking scream. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Her body shook violently as she exploded even more intensely than the first time. All the while digging into her now red tit flesh. "Oh fuck, I can't take it anymore!" Anthony groaned. He lifted her off his soaked cock and guided her onto her knees. She threw her head back and lifted her heavy tits up towards the sky. Grinning wide she said, "Come on baby, soak them with your cum." As he stood over her, he jerked his massive, glistening cock quickly as he groaned loudly and glared at her full chest. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!" Anthony's legs involuntarily spasmed violently as he fought to keep his balance. Karen pushed her round, soft flesh together as he began to shoot large, hard streams of cum out of his swollen cock head. The streams of his juice splashed onto her wide target, one after another. Each release produced a loud grunt from Anthony, who was experiencing the best release of his life. He came for what seemed like an abnormally long time. Karen's tits were covered in hot cum, which overflowed onto the office carpet. Anthony took a moment to catch his breath while admiring the sight of his boss covered in his cum. He grinned and turned away. He quickly dressed and walked towards the door. As Karen was rubbing his cum all over her tits, seemingly now in her own world, Anthony departed saying, "I'll be expecting by final check in the mail." Pink Slip-pery Slope "You missed it," Rob said, still chuckling under his breath. "Dean was over on cooler dock popping a dock plate while standing on it, and slipped on the ice. Busted his ass good." Rich erupted into laughter at the supervisor's misfortune and then said, "Ah, damn. I wish I could have seen that." "It was fucking hilarious." Rich suddenly pointed at something on a pallet and muttered under his breath, "Western." Rob pulled his load sheet from his back pocket and made a show of looking it over for the Vice President's benefit. The two friends then split up and did their best to look as if they were on an important mission. As Rob walked down the dock, Mr. Western turned away, apparently satisfied that they were working, and continued his hunt for someone to bitch at. Disaster averted, Rob decided he'd better knuckle down for a while until the boss wandered back to his office up front. As it turned out, things got hectic and the time flew by until the last truck of the day was closed up and ready to roll. Having done his clean up in lulls throughout the day, he escaped well ahead of everyone else on his crew. Once out the front door, his eyes homed in on a young blonde he didn't recognize who was talking to a woman from H.R. She had an incredible ass, and when she turned a little, he could see that the rest of her was just as delicious. As he walked closer, he overheard the young woman say, "Except for being the only girl without flowers on Valentine's Day." "Don't give up yet. You still have a few days," the older woman suggested as she turned back to the building. The object of his attention noticed him approaching. Her eyes lit up and she smiled. "Hi." "Hi," Rob said as he stopped in front of her, getting an even better look at the blonde's beautiful face, and breasts that really filled out her sweater. "New? Haven't seen you before." "Just started today. Julie." "Rob," he supplied. "Getting off work?" "Uh huh. You too?" "Yeah. Early for once." May as well go for it, he thought. "I was going to go grab some Starbucks. Let me buy you one as a reward for surviving your first day?" She laughed and said, "Sure. I'd like that. The one up the road? Meet you there?" "Sounds good. See you in a couple of minutes." She waved and started toward her car. As he watched her walk, there was no doubt that his day had just taken a decisive turn for the better. **** Rob's phone buzzed in his pocket and he ducked into the nearest hidden spot to check the message. As he'd hoped, it was from Julie. He'd spent an hour or so chatting with her at the Starbucks, talking about movies, music, and a myriad of other things. He got the feeling shortly on that she was testing him. If so, he'd passed, because they traded numbers before heading home. She'd sent him several texts during the day, and the latest asked when he was getting off work. Lamenting the rotten luck, he replied that it would be another couple of hours at least. A minute later, his phone buzzed again. When he found a safe place to check it, he was greeted by a picture of her with the most adorable pout on her face. He recognized the decor and realized she'd shot the selfie in a mirror of the women's restroom. The girls had mirrors and hand sanitizer dispensers, while the guys were lucky if the hand dryers even worked. She looked incredible in her button-down blouse, which showed off her tits even better than the sweater she'd worn the day before. He couldn't believe the stroke of luck that had let him get to her before anybody else. Her next message arrived while he was still admiring her picture. "Send me a message a little before you get off?" "Sure. It could be late, though." "I don't care. I want to hang out." He gave a fist-pumping victory salute before slipping the phone back in his pocket. The already long day seemed to drag on even longer with the prospect of seeing Julie waiting for him. Her texts were growing increasingly flirty, pointing toward even better things to come. Since losing his last girlfriend due to the long hours, he'd been in a three-month drought. Porn was a poor substitute, and he was beginning to go a little crazy. Finally, he could see light at the end of the tunnel and sent her a message that he'd be out in about fifteen minutes. "I'm craving pizza," her next message read. "Pizza Hut?" "Perfect. Want to meet there?" "I'll come meet you at work and we can ride together." That was a good sign. The parking lot had cleared out quite a bit by the time his crew finished, leaving Julie a parking spot right next to him. She shut off the car when she saw him and stepped out. His breath caught in his chest as she closed the door. She was wearing the button-down blouse from her earlier text, but the skirt was far too short to have passed inspection at work. It showed off her legs nearly to the thigh and hugged her tight little ass so well that it might as well have been painted on. "Hurry and start the car. It's freezing," she said as he approached. He clicked the button on his key fob twice, and she scurried over to the passenger side. She got in and closed the door before he even got his open. She was hugging her arms around her and shivering as he sat down. He looked over and said, "The heater works pretty well. Shouldn't take long," while starting the car. As soon as the automatic headlights clicked on and reflected back off the car in front of him, he could see her nipples poking at her blouse. Can't be wearing a bra, he thought as he tore his eyes away from the enticing sight. Her voice quavering a little as she shivered, she asked, "Do you usually get stuck here this late?" "Sometimes later. Never really know." "That sucks. Thank god I'm on a regular schedule." "It can be a pain sometimes," he said as he put the car in reverse and backed out. "Oh well. I guess it's good money, anyway." "Yeah, that's the one consolation prize." She grinned and twitched her eyebrows. "So, your treat?" "Yeah, it's on me," he said, and then laughed. The heater did its work, and they were warm for about five minutes before reaching the restaurant. Then it was time to endure the February night air in the walk across the parking lot. Rob made a mental note to go out and start the car before they left, to make her comfortable, and to have her sit in his car while hers warmed up later. "Oh, shoot," Julie said as he clicked the button to lock the car. "Can you unlock it for a second? I dropped my phone out of my purse." "Sure." He unlocked the door, and she opened it to lean in. His eyes bugged out and mouth dropped open when she bent over and her skirt rode up. The rising cloth revealed an inch or two of her bare bottom in a white thong, and he barely got it together before she turned around. "Brr! Hurry," she said as she closed the door. They half-jogged to the restaurant and he got another eyeful — at least in his peripheral vision — as her breasts bounced. Going to blow the zipper out of these pants before the night is over, he thought as he opened the door to let her in. **** The second date had gone just as well as the first. Sitting in the parking lot while her car ran, he told her the story about Dean slipping on the dock plate. She laughed as hard as his friend had. "Oh my god, that's so funny," she said. "That guy creeps me out." "Just wait until you get to know him. He gets worse." She laughed again and said, "Well, my car should be warmed up. Talk to you tomorrow?" "Yeah." He held up crossed fingers and said, "Here's hoping I get off a little earlier." "Early. Late. Doesn't matter to me. See you tomorrow." Oh, hell yes, he thought as she leaned over the center console. He met her in the middle and they shared a brief kiss that sent shivers up and down his spine. She scrunched up her nose as she sat back, giggled, and said, "Okay, bye." "Bye," he echoed, and then watched as she climbed in her car and drove away. That kiss was all the encouragement he needed. As soon as he got home, he got on the computer and hit the internet. With only a couple of days left until Valentine's, the prices of the bouquets were ridiculous, but it was worth it. He hadn't even asked for her last name yet, but Julie - Operator and the address would be enough to make sure the flowers got to her at work. With a potential deal-sealer in the pipeline and the show he'd gotten that night fresh in his mind, he had something much better than porn to use for inspiration as he let off a little steam before crashing. **** The end-of-date kisses grew longer and her texts increasingly naughty as the days went by. The day before Valentine's, he was confident that the flowers were going to be the key — if he didn't get in the door tonight. He was fairly sure she'd almost asked to go to his place the night before. Despite a crappy day at work, he was in a good mood, and it was noticeable. "I swear I'm going to slap you if you don't stop grinning," Rich said as they waited for maintenance to replace a broken motor that had everyone at a standstill. "Where have you been lately? You're out of here like the Road Runner the second you clock out." "Better things to do than go to the bar and talk about this place," he answered, and then chuckled. "Ah, you're getting laid," Rich guessed. "Not yet, but close." "Hot?" "Oh, fuck yeah. Eighteen. Blonde. Awesome rack and ass." He looked around to see if anyone important was in sight and said, "Here, I've got a picture." He brought up the image she'd sent him from the bathroom and handed it to his friend. Rich's eyes widened as soon as he saw it and he muttered, "Dude..." "I know. Fuck." "No — dude. Do you know who this is?" Rob shrugged and asked, "What are you talking about?" "That's Julie Western. As in Mr. Western. That's his daughter, man." It felt as if all the blood drained out of his face. "You're fucking with me." "No, I'm not fucking with you. You really didn't know?" "Oh, son of a bitch," he groaned as he took his phone back. "You've got some cast iron balls, man," Rich said. Shaking his head, Rob said, "I am so dead." "But what a way to go," his friend suggested, and then laughed as he walked away. He didn't find it all that funny. He'd hooked up with a hottie who was fun to hang out with, and she was a guaranteed trip to the unemployment line — at the least. Sure enough, his phone buzzed as he was about to put it back in his pocket. The message from Julie said, "Getting off... Work, you pervert," followed by a winking emote. "How long are you going to be?" It was one of the hardest things he'd ever had to do in his life to type, "Really late, and I'm beat. I think I need to get some sleep tonight." "I'll beat you," she replied, adding another wink. "Okay. Get some sleep. Dream about me. Kisses." "So dead," he repeated as he got back to work with a much darker outlook on life. **** The next day, Rob was so preoccupied with the situation he'd gotten himself into that he completely forgot what day it was. He got a stark reminder shortly before noon when Julie sent him a text. "Oh my god! The flowers are beautiful! I love them! Thank you!" "Glad you liked them," he replied as he mentally kicked himself for not canceling the order. "Loved," she corrected him. "Everybody in the office is gushing about them and I'm almost gushing every time I look at them." Every suggestive message she sent threatened to give him a raging hard-on as the day went on, even though his replies were carefully framed to seem oblivious to it. When she asked at her quitting time when he would get off work, he replied, "Really late." It took about twenty minutes for her next message to arrive. It said, "Well, here's something to keep your spirits up and encourage you to hurry." A flip of his finger scrolled the screen, and his jaw dropped. The picture was of Julie lying back on a couch. Her skirt was bunched up at her hips, showing off lacy white panties with her hand resting on them. Her other hand was cupping one of the most perfect breasts he'd ever seen in his life, bared by a top pulled up to rest atop the globes. Despite the dire consequences, he was rock hard in seconds. He had no idea what to do, and slipped his phone back in his pocket. It buzzed a couple more times, but he was afraid to even look. Eventually, he turned it off and begged his supervisor for an early out. Never calling in served him well, and he was able to leave a couple of hours early. He downed three beers within an hour of arriving home. Until that fateful conversation with Rich, he'd been eagerly anticipating getting into Julie's pants. He'd been right on the money with the flowers. Now he had the chance, and he didn't dare take it. There was no good way out. If he blew her off, she was going to get pissed — with good reason — which could send her running to her father. If he didn't, he knew he was dead the moment her old man found out. At this point, he doubted that explaining things to her was going to help in the slightest. A knock on the door snapped him out of his tortured musing, and he went to answer it on autopilot. "J-julie?" he stammered when he opened the door to see her. "Why didn't you answer me? You send me flowers, then I send you naked pictures, and you just stop talking to me?" "I... I..." She sighed and said, "You found out who my dad is, didn't you?" He didn't even have to answer. He knew it was written as plain as day on his face. "I knew it. Can I come in?" He was about to tell her that it wasn't a good idea when he saw a door down the hall open. Not willing to risk the chance that the busybody a few doors down knew his boss, he quickly ushered her inside. She spun with her hands on her hips as soon as he closed the door. "So, that's it? You find out who my dad is, and you just dump me without even saying why?" "It's not like that. I..." "It looks exactly like that to me." "Your dad's my boss," he said, and then suddenly realized, "How did you know where I live?" She shrugged and said, "Dad uses the same password for everything. I went in through his remote access and got your address when you stopped answering my texts and I found out you left work early." Raising her hand, she poked a finger into his chest and said, "I was on cloud nine and soaking my panties a couple of hours ago. I was so horny I had to get myself off in the bathroom at work." He couldn't concentrate for a moment as the mental image of her masturbating in the stalls at work overwhelmed him. Her eyes flashed and she said, "Fine. Tell me the last few days were all bullshit. Tell me you don't like me. Tell me you didn't have fun, and I'll leave right now." Before he could even begin to form a reply, she jerked up her shirt. "Tell me you don't want me as much as I want you. Go on. Tell me." As incredible as her tits looked on the screen of his phone, the pixels were nothing compared to the real thing. The firm globes were still jiggling from falling out of her top. Small areolas of rosy pink surrounded her stiff nipples, which pointed at him as if in accusation. Her hand snapped out to his crotch. "Tell me you're not h-hard," she said, her voice wavering as her fingers closed around the ample evidence that he was getting there — rapidly. With her standing bare-breasted in front of him and her fingers squeezing his hardening cock, resistance was futile. "Fuck the job," he said as he pulled her to him and kissed her hard. "No, fuck me," she countered before seeking out his lips again. They parted with twin gasps, and Julie tore her shirt the rest of the way off. While he was jerking his over his head, she made short work of the button and fly of his jeans. He found the zipper of her skirt almost as quickly. A flurry of grasping, tugging hands soon left them surrounded by discarded clothing. Julie kicked away the panties stubbornly clinging to one ankle, turned, and bent over to place her hands on the arm of the couch. Rob moved in behind her and squeezed her ass before sliding one hand up to her hip and gripping his cock in the other. He growled as his cock slipped inside her, and she sucked in a broken gasp. She was soaking wet and virgin-tight — like pure, hot heaven around him. Grunts and whimpers tumbled from Julie's lips as his cock invaded her, and her fingers curled into claws. He growled again when he finished burying his cock balls-deep in her eighteen-year-old pussy. "Oh my fucking god," she whimpered once he'd stuffed her full. "Ah, fuck yeah," he said as he pulled back, and then thrust again. Julie yelped when his balls slapped against her. "Yes! Fuck me!" Rob kept his instincts in check, wanting to feel every inch sliding into her satiny sheath. After a few slow strokes, she bent her elbows and rested her head on one of them. The other hand found its way to her clit. "You feel incredible," he said as he thrust again — a little harder. Her voice tight, Julie said, "So good. So big." He took it all in. Her long blonde hair half-obscured her face in the sexiest way, rustling in front of her mouth with her increasingly hard breaths. He could feel her fingers brushing against his shaft as she played with her clit, stoking her fires. She twitched every time the swollen head penetrated her deepest depths, and the sounds she made seemed completely beyond her control. All the while, her tight little pussy was milking him. "Faster?" he asked after a score of slow strokes. "Uh huh!" It was exactly what his body wanted to do anyway, so he picked up the pace. The claps of their flesh colliding joined the symphony of her pleasure-filled cries and his grunts. She was so wet and rubbing her clit so fast that he could hear the skitch skitch sound of her fingers at work as well. Shockwaves rippled through her sexy ass as he drove his cock home. Sliding his left foot forward a couple of inches allowed him to add even more power and speed. She let out her loudest cry yet the first time his shaft dove into her depths after the shift in stance. After a sharp gasp, she screamed, "Right there. Faster. Harder. Fuck meee!" "Ah yeah. You getting close?" "Fuck y-y-yes! Fuck me hard!" Digging his fingers into her hips, he pulled back as he thrust forward and let her have what she wanted. Heat swelled in the head and shaft of his cock as he slammed into her, jolting her forward with every stroke. A series of screams burst from her lips — broken by ragged gasps for air. Rob began to growl, feeling the inevitable approach of his own orgasm as he took her hard and fast. A choked sound resembling a hiccup cut her wail short a few seconds later, and he felt her butt tense up beneath his palms. He drove his cock home a half-dozen times more, and she was there. Julie lurched as she tumbled into oblivion and loosed a shriek. Her walls clamped down on him so powerfully that he froze for a fraction of a second in shock. That was what pushed him over the edge. Rob roared as he jammed his cock into her climaxing pussy and blasted cum into her depths. He lost control from the intensity of the orgasm ripping through him; giving short, jerky thrusts as his semen erupted, tickling the slit with the power of the ejaculations. On and on it went, until his head was swimming. The seconds felt like minutes as they remained locked in beautiful agony. Ever so slowly, Rob recovered his senses to realize they were both gasping and panting for breath. Beads of sweat decorated their bodies and every throb of his still buried cock set off a shudder that she matched. Pink Slip-pery Slope Unable to endure the rhythmic contractions of her walls, he groaned as he pulled free. Julie let out a pitiful sounding whimper when the head popped out, and her legs trembled. He stumbled back and managed to sit down on the coffee table without upending it, leaving him staring straight into her gaped pussy. Cum bubbled up as he watched through half-lidded eyes. His cream dripped from her labia to either spatter on the floor or run in rivulets down her leg. With his brain still only half-functioning, a weak grin tugged at his lips. He couldn't help thinking about every irritating thing Mr. Western had ever done as he watched his cum dribble from Julie's pussy. She said something, but it was too muffled to make out between her pants. With a tremendous surge of willpower and his remaining strength, he levered up from the table and picked up his t-shirt. Julie let out a squeak of surprise when he tucked the shirt between her legs. With gentle pushes and pulls, he guided her to sit down on the couch, and then fell in next to her. She leaned on his shoulder, still trying to catch her breath, but had enough for a satisfied moan. "Didn't think I was ever going to stop coming," he said as he wormed an arm in behind her. "Oh my god. I thought... I thought I was going to fly apart. I have never come like that before. Ever." Rob let his head thump into the back of the couch and said, "Fucking incredible." "Uh huh," she agreed, and then giggled. As the adrenaline faded, he looked at her leaning against him — smiling with her eyes closed. He reached up and stroked her hair, which drew a moan from her. The longer he held her, the guiltier he felt, until he couldn't stay quiet any longer. "Hey — sorry about... Well, sorry I just ignored you instead of telling you what my problem was." "I get it. It's okay. It's not as if I didn't know it would be trouble going out with someone from work. I know how my dad is." She paused and pursed her lips. "I kind of need to tell you something." "What?" "I knew who you were when I saw you, and I know Dad doesn't like you much. I was pissed at him, and thought flirting with you would be a good way to get back at him, since he was looking out the window." Before he could even absorb that, she hastily added, "But that was before I spent time with you. It was all real after we hung out that first day. I didn't want to get you any more on Dad's bad side, but I had too much fun with you. Can you forgive me?" "Yeah. Not as if what I did to you was any better," he answered. He realized that her father had known from the beginning, and he wasn't unemployed yet. A shiver ran through her and she said, "I think you made up for it." Rob chuckled and said, "Hope so. Want something to drink?" "Please. I screamed myself hoarse." Walking on weak legs with a dick still covered in cum and pussy juice residue was never fun, but he made it to the kitchen and grabbed a couple of bottles of water. Once he returned to the couch, Julie leaned back and lifted the shirt between her legs. "Look at this," she said with laughter in her voice. As if he could do anything else. The sight of her perfect pink pussy set off a surprising twitch in his dangling manhood. "I meant how much cum there is, but you can look at that too," she said, and then twitched her eyebrows. "Can't help it," he said as he handed her the water. His throat wasn't in much better shape than hers, so they both finished their water in short order. His eyes kept drifting to her bared body, and hers had developed a habit of wandering between his legs as well. The kiss that followed was inevitable — and hungry. Rob sucked in a rush of air through his nose when her fingers wrapped around his manhood, hastening the flow of blood already causing it to straighten. "Not as if you could get in any more trouble," she said with a crooked grin before leaning into his lap to slurp his hardening cock between her lips. Totally worth it, he thought as they warmed up for round two. **** Hope you enjoyed this quickie. Missed Valentine's with this one, but figured it will be good for next year LOL Don't forget to vote, and feel free to take advantage of the comment form and favorite button. It's the feedback that keeps me coming back for more with new stories.