****** Perks of the Job by Captain Squall ******
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Perks of the Job


Bianca drove her blue BMW cabriolet up the driveway of the palatial residence.
She was feeling more than a little apprehensive as this was her first 'listing'
of a residence valued at over a million dollars. The real estate company which
employed her as a sales representative had a system which equitably shared
those potential sales that came by chance. In this case, the owner rang her
company and asked to speak to no-one in particular, but wanted to place the
house on the market with that company.

Bianca parked the car, and checked herself in the rear view mirror. She saw an
attractive, confident twenty-two year old, who had no problem attracting
admiring stares of both men and women. She brushed her short black hair,
checked her lipstick and used the mouth freshener, spraying some mint-flavoured
vapour into her full mouth.

Stepping out of the car onto the cobbled driveway, she smoothed her blue
pleated skirt and tucked in her tight, white blouse. She oozed sexuality, but
tried not to let her physical attributes influence her behaviour, and certainly
she avoided turning on too much charm during business negotiations. The fact
that she had a 36-24-36 figure pleased her, as it did her few male lovers she
had in recent years.

She walked up to the door and rang the bell, stepping back to admire the
house's facade in the warm midday sun. The residence was Tuscan in style,
framed by landscaped Italian gardens, with an abundance of trees, flowers and
sweeping lawns.

Bianca had done a little research on the place and she knew it had a secluded
swimming pool, with Roman columns and arcades providing cool shade, and
delightful areas for entertaining in style. She also knew the house was owned
by a successful Italian chef, who was popular on a national television cooking
program. He also owned an extensive chain of successful and profitable Italian
restaurants. He had also featured in a recent, highly publicised divorce, and
was now living alone in this huge house.

The door opened and there stood Giovanni, looking handsome and tanned. Bianca's
heart skipped a beat as she extended her hand.

"Buon giorno! You must be Bianca," he smiled, gently shaking her hand. "Come
in, come in, please..." and he ushered her into the cool entrance foyer. Bianca
returned the smile, liking what she saw. Giovanni was a tall, elegant
gentleman, dressed in expensive, designer clothes - Armani outfits, she guessed
correctly. He looked younger than his reported age of 45, due to a strict
fitness regime and careful intake of his own magnificent cooking.

They moved into the lounge room where they sat on white leather armchairs and
started discussing business. Tactfully, Bianca let him do most of the talking,
just asking for clarification here and there, jotting down notes in her pad.
She noticed him glancing at her cleavage and she blushed like a school girl,
but smiled inwardly, as she tried to avoid getting flustered. It was clear he
was a charmer in his own right, but on this occasion Bianca thought she would
absorb any compliments that he chose to direct to her. They chatted for about
thirty minutes, before he took her on a guided tour of the house. Professional
cleaners had been there the previous day so everything looked squeaky clean,
and the live-in housemaid had tidied the rooms so effectively that it almost
looked as though no-one used the rooms.

The more they talked, the more Bianca started to relax, and on several
occasions Giovanni placed his hand in the middle of her back as he ushered her
from room to room.

As Giovanni walked her through the gardens and around the pool, Giovanni's
housemaid approached them. She was a middle-aged lady called Charmaine, who had
also been a beauty in her younger years. She had a full "Italianate' figure,
thought Bianca - not unlike her own mother, who still did occasional 'mature-
age' modelling for fashion magazines.

"Sir, would you like lunch to be served inside or outside?" said Charmaine,
flashing them both a warm smile. Bianca wondered just how much of a 'housemaid'
Charmaine was, and whether she had shared her affections with her suave
employer.

"You would like to stay for lunch please, Bianca?" asked Giovanni, eyebrows
raised, his face making a contrived, pleading appearance.

"Of course, that would be delightful!" laughed Bianca. "Its not everyday that a
girl can eat a famous chef's food in his beautiful house".

"Ah well, I can't promise you any medal-winning meal today, but I hope you like
antipasto and Italian salads. I think it is appropriate for hot days like
this". He invited Bianca to sit in the shade next to the pool, the sound of
crickets in the garden loud in the midday heat. Bianca felt a slight trickle of
sweat trickle down her neck and between her breasts. She felt sensuous and
languid, the heat and the environment seducing her in the most delightful way.
This is the way to live, she thought, as she gazed across the garden to the
river that flowed past the house.

Charmaine offered them both some chilled Italian wine and Bianca thought, why
not? Relax girl, and enjoy it while you can.

She and Giovanni then exchanged general summaries of their life stories. As he
listened, Giovanni stared at her over his glass, before saying, "You are going
to be a successful woman, your confidence is impressive, and combined with your
other talents I think you will also enjoy life..."

Bianca smiled back in appreciation of the compliment, as she sipped her wine.
Charmaine then laid before them a colourful, impressive array of healthy
Italian food. There was chilled avocado soup, tasty parma ham with melon,
calamari salad, artichoke hearts in a tasty dressing, and slices of mild
salami, sprinkled with chopped tomatoes and basil.

"Wow!" laughed Bianca, "this not only looks good but tastes delicious too". She
sipped on the soup, between nibbles of crusty Italian bread, and helped herself
to small helpings of the other offerings.

"I'm glad you like it, signorina" said Giovanni, deliberately using the
unmarried title for the female gender.

They sat and chatted over their meal as the heat of the day settled in.
Charmaine then served some exquisite lemon gelato, before Bianca dabbed her
mouth with her white linen napkin and contentedly settling back into her chair,
said "I could get very used to this..." She closed her eyes in the warmth of
the day and felt lazy and relaxed. Her work was now far from her mind, as she
realised she had nothing planned for the rest of the day.

"If you're hot would you like a swim, Bianca?" asked Giovanni brightly. "There
are some costumes in the house for guests."

"Yes! A great idea!" said Bianca, jumping up from her chair, and she followed
Charmaine into the house, and into the guest changeroom.

Meanwhile, Giovanni had to make some phone calls and after ten minutes, he also
got changed and re-emerged form the house. He saw Bianca standing next to the
pool, gingerly placing her toe in the water. She was even more sensual in the
outfit she had chosen, a one-piece costume with cut-away thighs, and plunging
neckline. Giovanni could see she had shaven her bikini line, and his gaze took
in her full breasts, straining against the costume.

Bianca also took a breath as she saw Giovanni's costume. It was very
"European", that is, quite small and almost non-existent. The shape of his
manhood was clearly visible. and Bianca's heart skipped a beat, while down
below she felt a pang of desire in her loins. It had been some weeks since she
had made love, and while she was not promiscuous, she unashamedly allowed her
body to bring her pleasure and good feelings.

Giovanni was also in shape, his body lean and hard. Earlier he had told her he
enjoyed rowing and swimming, while in winter he rode horses for recreation.

Before long they were both in the pool, the cool water bringing relief to a
flushed Bianca, who was feeling the effects of the wine and the sunshine.
Giovanni swam up close to her and whispered, "You're a very attractive
lady...." his voice trailed off as he kissed her hand.

Bianca actually found herself blushing but she playfully splashed him and swam
away. Soon they were engaging in adolescent horseplay, flirting like two
teenagers. They eventually climbed out of the pool and sat sipping iced
lemonade.

"You're getting burnt, Bianca" said Giovanni, as he watched her settling back
in her sun lounge.

Smiling she held out some sun lotion to him. "OK, you can do the good deed,
please".

Giovanni's slender hands and long fingers expertly rubbed the lotion on to her
shoulders. "Now the front, please" whispered Bianca, turning onto her back.

Giovanni gulped as she flipped over, and pulled down the top of her costume,
revealing her glorious breasts.

Oh, what the hell, he thought, and he started to caress her breasts while
applying the lotion. Bianca suddenly reached up and pulled his head towards
her, her tongue darting into his mouth. His hand closed around her breast and
he noticed the nipple was hard with desire. In his own inadequate and ultra-
brief costume his cock was now straining against the fabric as he felt himself
getting erect. He also felt Bianca's hand move towards his crutch, closing
around his now huge manhood. In her loins Bianca felt another surge of desire,
as her arousal started to moisten her vulva.

"Not here," whispered Giovanni in a hoarse voice, and taking her by the hand
they entered the house and moved towards his master bedroom. As they entered,
they both flung off their clothes and embraced. Her arms around his neck,
Bianca felt his manhood pressing against her soft stomach, while her breasts
pressed against his hairy, muscled chest. Giovanni's exploring hands were
fluttering over her, savouring the full soft roundness of her large breasts,
her shaven pudenda, and fondling her round soft buttocks. God, what a body, he
thought, as they moved to the bed and lay down.

Bianca was whimpering with desire as she held onto his thick cock, now at least
eight inches she thought. They continued to caress and fondle each other,
before Bianca decided to straddle him on her hand and knees, her head facing
his feet. She leaned down and took his cock in her mouth and started to move
her head up and down, as she fondled his large soft balls in her hands. Beneath
her she heard him groan with pleasure, and at the same time she felt his mouth
close around her shaven labia, his tongue flickering at her now swollen love
bud.

She felt the glans of his cock soft against her mouth, and yet it was hard
around the ridge, and she expertly flicked her tongue at its underside, the
most sensitive part of his impressive appendage. Inside her vagina, she felt
his tongue darting in and out, as he occasionally sucked her ample love juices
into his mouth, swallowing hungrily.

Bianca was now on a new sexual high, her body was on fire, as the pleasure
coursed through her nerve endings. Her labia were dark pink and engorged, her
breasts were flushed and her erect nipples were as hard as bullets. Her entire
body glowed as she focussed her pleasure on her cunt, from which radiated waves
of sensual gratification.

They both continued to stimulate each other's genitalia until it became almost
too much for Bianca, and she felt the first of many orgasms approaching. She
involuntarily pushed down onto his face, and he managed to take her entire
labia in his mouth and suck on it, as though it was an overripe fig. Above him
he heard his young lover tense all her muscles before she uttered a long low
growl of pleasure. And as she came he felt her ejaculate and it flowed like
honey from her love bowl into his waiting mouth.

She tore herself away from his granite hard cock and rotating her body she
hovered over his body, reached down and guided his rod to her molten chasm.
Such was her wetness and such was his hardness that she slid down fully on his
pole, the entire eight inches now thick and hard in her velvet passage.

Giovanni looked up and saw her, eyes closed in her pursuit of lust, her
glorious breasts swaying in the rhythm of her pumping. her outstretched hands
grasping his shoulders. To all intents and purposes, he was just a long, thick
cock on which she was now masturbating, totally oblivious to anyone or
anything.

He then felt her cunt grasp his cock and she again froze for a second or two,
before she released her breath in a loud cry, and she shook as though she was
cold. But this was another beautiful orgasm she was enjoying, as his rod reamed
her hot internal tissues, rubbing and stimulating the sensitive skin of her
vagina, and occasionally stimulating her now extended clitoris. He glanced down
to their sexual coupling and he actually saw it emerge from its pink hood, like
a small, hard penis.

Deliberately Bianca leaned forward and rocked her hips forwards and backwards,
intentionally stimulating her clitoris and she cried out again,, releasing more
of her love juices which flowed out of her and onto his groin. Their actions
were now generating a squishing, slurping noise which acted as another arousal
mechanism.

Giovanni, a master of self-control after many years of practice, knew he was
going to come, especially after so much stimulation by this young though
experienced and expert lover. He placed his arms around her back and expertly
flipped her onto the bed, separating her thighs as he did so. She had spread
her legs so wide that the only place where they were now touching was via their
genitalia. He had taken his weight on his arms and knees, and he knew that
focussing on his cock and her pussy was the ultimate sexual union.

She raised her head from the bed and looked down across her body. She could she
his majestic shaft glistening from her juices, as it emerged only to sink deep
inside her, again and again.

Giovanni was now grunting as he shoved hard, hard and hard again into her. Like
a true sexual athlete she took it all in her stride, managing to accommodate
his cock which now seemed to have grown another inch or two. Perspiration from
her lover's chest was now dripping onto her breasts, as the exertion of 30
minutes of vigorous fucking took its toll.

Suddenly Giovanni threw back his head, gasping "I'm coming, I'm coming, yes,
yes, oh, oh, oh....yes...aaahhhhh" and with a few more flicks of his hips, he
shot his load deep inside his willing partner. Burst after generous burst shot
from the large eye of his tool, splashing her insides with warm, white, womb-
wetting foam. He felt her cunt alternately clamping and releasing on his shaft,
as she strove to milk his cock of its juices. This in turn made Bianca orgasm
and utter a loud cry again, as she felt her insides become filled with the warm
sensation of his sperm against her nerve endings.

Their actions slowed, and he fell onto her, kissing her neck as he did so. She
held him tightly to her, savouring the feel of his cock as it slowly shrank
into its flaccid state. Down there she felt a flood of sperm seep from her
labia, down over her perineum and anus, and over her buttocks. That's the fuck
of the year, she thought, grinning inwardly, like the cat that got the cream.

As she lay there she was smiling to herself. I could get used to this, she
thought..... an experienced, mature and expert lover, a delightful lifestyle...
and what's more he can cook....

Well, she thought, maybe I can move in for a little while - if he's agreeable -
and we'll see how it develops....

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