"Good morning Mr. Ames."
"Good morning."
Jack glanced at the timeclock as he passed his secretary's desk. Nearly ten… damn, he thought, I ought to get here a little earlier… Well, hell – one of the few advantages of owning a business these days was the privilege of setting your own hours.
In his private office, Jack threw his briefcase on the desk and his coat on the couch. He moved to the picture window behind the desk and stared out into the back lot of his plumbing supply business. A sixth sense, developed partly from his own experience and partly inherited from his father, enabled Jack to feel the status of his business from watching the activity in the lot. His intuition was, in some ways, a more dependable guide than his accountant's financial reports. The feeling that he got today was a satisfactory one, but it did nothing to offset the nagging conviction that had formed in his mind six months ago that he would have to spend more time on his business if he expected further growth. And he'd better keep his eye on that new competitor on the south side…
"Jack…"
The feminine voice made him turn. His secretary smiled as she approached him. Her approaches were always an event of interest; at twenty two Nancy's development had peaked, both literally and figuratively. The two most obvious peaks, and the ones that had prompted Jack to hire her over a year ago, were now somewhat restrained in the cups of a size 42D brassiere.
The pretty brunette smiled as his eyes made his routine check of her bosom. Nancy wore, as she always did, a snug blouse that made his inspection both efficient and pleasurable.
"Jack, you never seem to get tired of them. Although I must say that you haven't done much with them lately. Not since you got so tied up with your girlfriend," Nancy pouted prettily. "I ought to be jealous."
Jack grinned. He had a genuine affection for his secretary; they understood each other perfectly and served each other's needs well. Her lush body was always available to him, in the office or at her apartment, and he had made considerable use of that availability. In turn her pay was above average, and she also valued the real friendship that had developed between them. Nancy was perhaps the one person from whom Jack had no secrets. But he had neglected her lately…
"I know, baby. But since I started fucking Kit, and now her mother, I just don't have quite as much left over as I used to. Don't worry – I'm not gonna neglect you too much. Besides, I doubt that you've been hard up…"
The pretty brunette perched on the corner of his desk in a pose that pulled her tan miniskirt up high enough to show a hint of her panties. She was still smiling, but her tone was serious. "Well, I won't say I haven't had any, but I really don't see anybody much now. They all just seem to want to fuck me and nothing else, and a girl gets tired of that. Well, not tired of fucking, exactly, but even when you're not looking for a love affair you like to at least sense a real friendship. I… well, I guess that's why I give my cunt and everything else to you – I feel like we're friends." Nancy paused and suddenly blushed slightly. "My God – what a way to be talking at this time of the morning. I was beginning to sound like something out of a woman's confession magazine, wasn't I? Don't mind me…"
Jack put a hand on the soft but firm flesh of her thigh and ran his fingers up into the intimate area between her legs just below her panties. But, strangely, the caress was not a sensual one. For once, his probing fingers managed to express his feelings for the girl over and above his appreciation of her body.
Nancy seemed embarrassed by his disclosure. She suddenly stood up and let her skirt fall as far as it would as she tried to assume a businesslike air. "Well, if you're going to be here this morning I have quite a stock of invoices that bookkeeping wants you to initial. And Mrs. Evans is here about the job. Jean Simpson is due in less than an hour. Do you want to see Mrs. Evans now?"
The mention of the woman's name startled Jack; he had forgotten about the appointments for interview that he had made several days ago. His reaction was mixed; he was really not in the mood for this sort of thing this morning. Still, an interview of this kind had to be interesting…
He looked up at Nancy. "She look okay?"
The girl nodded. "She's pretty. Has a good figure. She should be okay if her attitude's right."
Jack flashed a grin up at his secretary as he fished in a desk drawer for the file folder with the woman's application. "Yeah, attitude – that's what keeps you from handling this job yourself…"
The expression that crossed the girl's face made him instantly regret his remark. There was a suggestion of hurt feelings and some anger in her voice. "Damn it, Jack, I don't appreciate that. I made it clear a long time ago that my pussy wasn't available to your damn customers. Sometimes you treat me like a whore. Maybe I am, in a way, because I work for you and let you fuck me. But I… oh, hell, if you don't understand by now you never will. I'll send Mrs. Evans in."
Nancy whirled and started for the door. Jack regretted his remark, even though he felt it was obvious that he had made it jokingly. "Wait a minute, damn it. Don't priss your little ass out of here like that. Come here."
Jack made what was, for him, the considerable concession of standing up and walking around his desk toward the hesitant young brunette. He held out his arms end, after a moment during which she looked at him accusingly through moist eyes, Nancy gave a little sob and ran into his arms. She pressed her lush body against him hungrily; he reacted, as always, to the sensual pressure of her large breasts. His hands went around her waist and slipped down to her soft buttocks.
"Oh, Jack… don't pay any attention to me. I don't know what's wrong with me today – I guess I'm just feeling sorry for myself. Well, I'm menstruating, for one thing… Anyway, I know you were joking."
Jack breathed a sigh of relief as he stroked the cheeks of her bottom. He was glad she had seen the light without a long explanation of how much she meant to him – even though the explanation would have been true. He was just not in the mood for that sort of foolishness, at the moment…
He pinched one buttock hard enough to make her squeal. "Okay. Now, if you're straightened out, suppose you send Mrs. Evans in. I hope to God she's not menstruating; I don't know of a more useless thing than a menstruating woman…"
Nancy had at least partially recovered her sense of humor. She reached between their bodies and – pinched his soft penis through his trousers. "You bastard. I hope she's menstruating so much she's bleeding out of her mouth too. But I suppose you'd just fuck her in the asshole, wouldn't you?"
But Nancy was smiling as she turned her face up for a kiss.
Jack dropped the application form into the file folder and looked up at the pretty and obviously nervous woman seated in a chair across from his desk.
"Well, Mrs. Evans. You have a good background; good enough for a job as a regular secretary, I think. But this job is not an ordinary one – you understand that, don't you?"
The woman nodded. "Yes. I'm not sure I understand the whole situation, but your secretary did explain some of the… features of the job."
Jack smiled at the woman's delicate phrasing. In her late twenties, she had the voluptuous figure that was a prerequirement for his position. As he surveyed her he agreed with Nancy's evaluation – she had the body if her attitude was right. Well, hell – the sooner he established this the better.
He looked squarely at the woman. "Alright, I think we should get down to cases. Let me lay it on the line. The real point of this job is that it will involve keeping my customers, and potential customers, happy. And – that means in bed. In short, you'll have to fuck them, and do whatever else they might want, at least within reason. Am I making it perfectly clear?"
The woman blushed beet red at his frank language. She stared at him as though she hardly saw him, and Jack could sense her mental turmoil. He felt a wave of impatience as he began to doubt that this woman was really prepared for a job of this nature. And, damn it, after being told in advance what the requirements were…
"Well, Mrs. Evans? I'm waiting for your reply."
The reply was not the one he expected. The nervous woman made an obvious effort to pull herself together. "I… yes, Mr. Ames. I understand. You see, I have to have the job… I have to make as much as I can, and I haven't found anything else that pays this much. I… I can do what you want me to…"
Jack studied the woman through skeptical eyes. He just did not think she would go through with it; she was not the type. Still, if she was desperate enough…
"Mrs. Evans, you apparently have some rather compelling reasons for taking this job. I don't want to pry into your personal affairs, but I do need to judge your seriousness about the whole thing. Frankly, I get the impression that you're here only as a last resort, and that under normal circumstances you wouldn't even consider a job like this. Am I right?"
The woman seemed to have recovered part of her composure as she looked at him through clearer eyes. "Yes, you're right. I'm glad it shows; it makes me feel a little better. But I guess it really doesn't matter; I suppose all whores feel they have a good excuse for being what they are. And that is what it amounts to, isn't it? I will be a whore, won't I?"
Jack found himself puzzled and somewhat intrigued by the woman's attitude. "That's a pretty harsh assessment, Mrs. Evans. I don't think you have to be that hard on yourself…"
The woman's smile was grim. "Oh, come on, be honest about it. You want me to entertain men with my body – let them fuck me and do whatever they want to me – and my inducement to do this is money. A little more money than I can make at a regular job. Well, it means that I'm selling my cunt for money… and a woman who does that is a whore, isn't she? Oh, maybe I can consider myself one cut above the woman who lets her customers fuck her in alleys behind bars, if that's any satisfaction…"
Jack found himself increasingly curious about this pretty woman who was obviously engaged in a gigantic struggle with herself. "Mrs. Evans… I get the feeling that you've got some good reason for wanting the extra money. Want to tell me about it? It might help us both for me to understand the situation…"
The woman shrugged with a motion that made her breasts bounce. "There's not much to tell. It's a pretty typical situation, I guess… three kids, some doctor bills coming up on one of them, and an ex-husband who won't put in a cent. Oh, I don't want to talk about that. The job – are you going to hire me?"
The question brought Jack's mind back to the practical aspects of the moment. He had about made up his mind that the woman was not suitable, but her story had made him partially change his mind. And she was a damn sexy woman…
"Well, we're not quite that far along yet. If you're sure you want it, and that you understand clearly what's involved, then the next step is to see how well qualified you are."
The woman looked at him blankly for a moment, then flushed as she understood his meaning. "You mean you want to fuck me, is that it? I believe in second rate novels they call it 'sampling the merchandise'…"
Jack could not restrain a grin. "Well, if you want to put it that way. I'm sure you can understand my point of view – since this is a customer relation kind of thing I have to be sure that the relations that my customers get will make the right impression…"
The woman was not amused by his weak little joke. She sat with nervous hands twisting in her lap as she looked at him without speaking. Jack could sense that the final round of the battle with her conscience was now taking place. He also knew what the outcome would be.
Her voice was low and her tone indicated a sense of defeat when she finally spoke. "Alright. I'd already made up my mind before I came here; I don't know why I make it harder by going through the whole thing again. I just don't have any choice – that's all there is to it. I… you can fuck, or whatever you want to do." She paused and looked around the office. "Are we going to do it here?"
Jack was pleased by her submission and also more interested in sex with her than he had realized. Three kids… her body failed to show it.
"Right here, this time. It's not the best place in the world, but I've had some good pussy on that couch."
The woman stared at the somewhat worn leather couch at one side of the room. "I can imagine. Well, do you want me to undress?"
Jack chuckled as he felt his penis twitch at the prospect of seeing her nude body. "It's best that way. You might open the door and tell my secretary not to bother us before you undress."
The woman looked at him, and then at the intercom system on his desk. She was perceptive enough to understand that his request was part of his effort to condition her to the environment in which she would be operating. Without speaking she rose and moved to the door, giving Jack his best look yet at her supple body. The look confirmed his original impression that she was properly equipped for her new position…
Her words startled Jack as she pulled the heavy door open and spoke to Nancy in the outer office. "Miss… Mr. Ames wants not to be disturbed. He's going to fuck me."
Jack roared as the pretty woman closed the door and turned to face him. But the woman did not share his laughter as she looked at him with a serious expression. "Alright, Mr. Ames. Do you want me to undress now?"
Jack was still chuckling as he got to his feet and walked over to the standing woman. "In a minute. I want to feel you a little bit before you take your clothes off."
He moved to her side and ran his eyes down her full figure as he evaluated her body and the way she wore her clothes. He would get a better look at her body when she was nude, but his customers would from their first impression of her while she was fully dressed…
He could see no objection to the initial impression that she made. He knew from her application form that she was twenty eight years old, but neither her age nor the three children that she had borne seemed to have had any adverse effects on her figure. Her breasts were large and firmly outhrust, her waist was trim, and her hips were softly rounded. He moved a hand up to her bosom and put his fingers lightly on the firm flesh. As he began to caress one breast through her clothes he put the other hand down on a firm buttock and squeezed that enticing flesh.
As he began to fondle the woman Jack stared into her face. Her eyes avoided his for a moment, then she seemed to realize that this was all a part of her test and she forced herself to look at him and smile. Some genuine amusement spread into her smile as she realized that her thoughts had been an open book to him. And his hands did feel good; her experiences with men had been too few and far between lately…
Jack abandoned her bottom and moved around in front of the standing woman. He brought both hands to the mounds of her breasts for a moment, then stepped back slightly. "Well, Mrs. Evans – Dora, isn't it? Now suppose you undress." He looked at his watch. "Hell, we don't have time. I was going to ask for a nice, slow strip, but I have another appointment coming up, so we'll have to hurry this a little. Pretty uncivilized to rush sex, isn't it?"
The woman's mind seemed to be on something other than the need to hurry. She had seen the young girl waiting in the outer office and she knew that the girl's youth would make her a formidable competitor. Dora Evans decided that she had best cinch this job while she had the chance.
And so her reluctance gave way to a sensuality that was almost aggressive. She moved toward Jack and looked into his eyes while one of her hands went to the crotch of his trousers and began to pet the modest bulge she found there.
"I feel something nice. It's not very big yet, but I can take care of that. I bet you have a nice prick, Mr. Ames. I know my cunt's going to enjoy it."
The woman's words surprised Jack; they represented an almost complete reversal of her previous attitude. Well, whatever the reason, the change was welcome. And effective; she felt his penis surge under her touch.
Dora leaned forward to bring her face to Jack's. Her little pink tongue flicked out and ran lightly over his closed lips. His reaction was a little slow; by the time his mouth opened to capture her working tongue she backed off with a little pleased laugh. "Well, Mr. Ames, looks like I do get to you a little. Frankly, it makes me feel good. I haven't been with many men lately, but I guess that will change now, won't it?"
Jack made no answer as he watched her fingers make fast work of the fasteners on her clothes. In a moment her dress was on the floor around her ankles, and as she stepped out of it he noticed that even the heavy brassiere she wore could not entirely calm the motion of her large breasts when she moved. In his self chosen role of connoisseur of the feminine bosom Jack found himself anxious to see her breasts nude.
And his attention did not go unnoticed by Dora. "Well, I can see you like them. I think most men do; even my husband, who seemed to lose most of his interest in me, never seemed to quite get over them. Maybe if I take my bra off you can see why…"
The woman reached behind her back for the catches. In a moment the bra was loose on her chest, but the cups were still smugly encased around their soft contents.
The woman wore a pleased smile as she bent forward and worked the cups off of her breasts with both hands. Finally she let the bra fall to the floor with her dress. When she straightened up her hands held the heavy mounds in a gesture that was simultaneously protective and provocative.
Then the protective element faded as her hands began to fondle the big globes in a manner that was frankly erotic. Jack could see her nipples harden under the action of her own fingers…
He drew a deep breath and shifted slightly as his erect penis became uncomfortably cramped in the confinement of his trousers. "You've got me pretty worked up, and my pants are getting a little tight. How about helping me out? After all, it's your fault…"
The woman laughed softly. "I guess it is, isn't it? Okay, I'll see what I can do. Your prick felt good while ago when it wasn't even hard…" The pretty, mature woman paused and looked up into his face. "You know, it's funny… I never have used language like this before. These words, I mean – even to my husband. But I guess if I'm going to do the things it won't hurt much more to talk about them will it?"
Jack's arousal precluded much interest in philosophical questions. "I wouldn't think so. But right now let's concentrate on my prick. Wouldn't want him to choke to death."
Dora laughed again. "No, that's no way for a prick to die. Of course he may drown in my cunt. It's already wet… Here, let me see…" She was standing close to him now, nude except for brief panties, garter belt and hose. Both of her small hands went to Jack's bulge for a moment, then she attacked his zipper and in another moment she had his erect penis out of his clothes and was rolling it gently in her hands.
"My… Mr. Ames, it is nice. It's funny – I never thought of a man's penis before quite the way I'm thinking about yours. Maybe I've got a different outlook about it now that I'm going to… to fuck for money. Or maybe I just haven't had enough lately, I don't know… anyway, your penis… prick seems nice. Awfully nice. And from the way it feels I think it's a little interested in me, too…"
Jack's hands were back on her nude breasts as she fondled his penis. "More than just a little. You've got me hot as hell. Tell you what – you slip your panties off while I strip. We can play another time – right now I need action. But first give it a little kiss. My prick likes to be kissed. Then we'll fuck."
His words made the woman stiffen, but in his arousal Jack did not notice it. His request that she kiss his penis was, under the circumstances, not surprising, and Dora recognized this. Nevertheless, the request did trigger a fresh wave of anxiety and doubt. She stalled, holding his penis in both hands as she looked down at the hard shaft. Damn, why did she have to be so sensitive about this particular thing? It was an act which she had enjoyed and at which she had been highly proficient in the early days of her marriage. She had known, at least subconsciously, that it would be part of the required repertoire for this job, but apparently she had never really come to grips with that fact during her tortured decision making processes. Well, she was face to face with it now, and there could be no further avoidance of the issue. And, hell – morally what was the difference whether she took a man's penis in her vagina or her mouth?
She felt Jack's hands leave her breasts and go to her shoulders to exert a gentle but firm downward pressure. "Go on, baby. Suck it for a minute, then we'll fuck on the couch. I'm not gonna come in your mouth this time. Hurry up…"
The trance like feeling that she had overcome earlier enveloped Dora again as she allowed herself to sink to her knees in front of him. She looked again at his penis, now immediately in front of her face; and tried to steel herself for the coming ordeal. She felt his fingers in her hair behind her head and she knew that they would exert a pressure if she did not quickly accept his penis.
She stared at the organ as one of her hands continued to grasp its base. Her hesitation was not based on a physical repugnance; on the contrary she had, in the past, found this act to be a particularly satisfying one. But that had been with her husband, during the happy part of their marriage. This penis belonged to a man whom she did not really even know, much less have any real feeling for. And yet it had to be done…
"Dora, baby… come on, honey. Give it a nice little suck. Then I want your cunt…"
The woman closed her eyes and forced her head forward. She felt the head of his organ brush her lips, and she instinctively turned her head to avoid the contact. In an effort to conceal her feelings she rubbed the hard and yet velvet surface of Jack's penis on her cheek as she reached again into his trousers and withdrew the wrinkled sac of his testicles.
Dora continued to rub his erection on her cheek as her other hand fondled the mounds in the loose sac she held. She did feel a little of the old physical reaction that her husband's penis had given her, but she also sensed that her response in this would, and could, go no farther. And yet she would have to make herself do it…
She felt his hands in her hair begin to turn her face back squarely toward his loins. Again the head of his hardness rubbed over her lips, and again she could not bring herself to open those lips…
"Come on, honey. What gives? You having some second thoughts? Sorry, baby, but you've got to suck my prick, and others, if you want this job…"
His words were the expected ones. Hell, the decision had been made, and her stalling now was only making it worse… Dora stifled a sob and forced her reluctant lips to open and spread around the head of the throbbing organ.
Jack sighed in pleasure as he felt her acceptance of his penis in her warm, wet mouth. His physical arousal prevented any subtle awareness of the nuances of that acceptance, and he rather roughly hunched forward to thrust more of his shaft into the woman's mouth.
Dora's eyes were still closed as she felt his penis penetrate her mouth and make contact with the back of her throat. She began to gag; she had never been able to take a penis this far into her mouth without problems. But she made an honest effort; her tongue and lips caressed the hard shaft and she tried to begin a series of short bobbing motions with her head to move her mouth on his penis in a simulation of the strokes of love.
And her effort might have been successful, but Jack inadvertently killed the chances when his passion got the best of him. His body began to tremble and his fingers tangled in her hair as she heard him mumble far above her working head. "Baby, I'm gettin' too close. Didn't mean to come this way, but… Honey, I got to finish – I'm gonna come in your mouth. Suck it, baby – suck my prick. Damn…"
But his words had an unexpected effect on the woman on her knees before him with his penis in her reluctant mouth. She would not – could not – permit him to climax in her mouth. He had asked her to suck his organ only as a prelude to conventional sex, and now he was changing the ground rules in the middle of the game. She would not do it – she could not make herself do it. It was beside the point to tell herself that she had already agreed to do it, that this was no worse than it would be later on with the clients. And the fact that she already had his penis in her mouth meant nothing. The simple fact was that she could not take his ejaculation in her mouth…
Dora rocked slowly back on her knees and let his throbbing penis slip out of her mouth. One of her hands was still on it as she turned her wet face up to look at him. "I… Mr. Ames, I'm sorry. I just… I can't do it. I thought I could, but I can't. I'm sorry…"
Anger flooded over Jack as his lust saturated brain finally understood her refusal. Damn prick teaser – get him all worked up and then back out…
But the tears in her eyes as she knelt in front of him and looked up with anguish in her face erased part of his anger. He sensed that she had made a sincere effort to go through with it. But effort was not enough; he needed release. Hell…
The nude woman struggled to her feet as tears streamed down her cheeks. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't even have come here, but I thought… I'm just not the right person for the job, Mr. Ames." Her wet eyes went to his waving, painfully hard erection. "I… I'll make you come with my hand, if you want me to. But that's all I can do – I'm sorry."
Jack considered her offer briefly, but he wanted more than manual stimulation. Then suddenly he thought of the other applicant waiting for her interview. A young girl – perhaps not as inhibited as this woman…
"Never mind, Mrs. Evans. I understand; no hard feelings. But I do have a little problem, and maybe the other girl can help me with it. I wonder if you'd mind gathering up your clothes and going into that room to dress." He pointed to the door to an adjoining office that was vacant at the moment. "I imagine that you agree that there's not much else to discuss…"
The woman nodded as she stooped to pick up her clothes. She seemed to feel a little better, and she realized that her decision had restored at least a part of her self-respect. Dora Evans managed a small smile as she turned to leave the room with her clothes in her arms. "I agree, Mr. Ames. No hard feelings here, either." She had to repress a giggle at the sight of the man standing fully dressed but with his erect penis and testicles exposed. "I hope the other girl takes care of you…" She opened the door and was gone.
Jack stared stupidly at the door for a moment, then absently rubbed his penis with one hand as he moved to his desk and leaned over to punch the intercom. "Nancy – is the girl out there? Okay, send her in. What? No – Mrs. Evans is not suitable. She'll be leaving through the other office. Nancy – this kid look okay? I don't want another dry run… Good. Alright, have her come in. What's her name? Yeah… okay."
Jack clicked the intercom off and then faced the door, still leaning on his desk. A vague thought that he probably presented a ludicrous sight with his prick and balls hanging out crossed his mind, but he didn't give a damn. The other broad had worked him up to the point that nothing mattered except to get his rocks off in a female some way or another…
Jack was suddenly aware that he was staring at a cute miniskirted young girl who was in turn staring at him with wide eyes. She recovered first; a peal of feminine laughter came from the almost tiny blonde. "Mr. Ames, you… you look like you're in bad shape. Did the other doll leave you like that? Damn – your pick looks like it's ready to pop. And that's okay with me as long as it pops in my pussy. Boy – I knew this job involved fucking, but I didn't know it would start out like this. Well, I can't think of a better way to start…"
Jack grinned at the girl. She was obviously the answer to his present problem, and very likely the girl for the job. She was extremely young, but a quick survey of her small body showed no deficiencies. And, most important, her attitude seemed to be right…
"Glad to hear you talk like that, Jean. Jean Simpson, isn't it? I have got a little problem here. Think you can solve it for me? We can take care of the other part of the interview afterward. How about just coming on over here…"
The young girl did not have to be coaxed. With an expression that seemed to include about equal parts of amusement, curiosity, and simple lust, she moved close to him as he continued to lean back against the edge of his desk. Her eyes were on his penis, and she reached out and touched the end of it with the tip of one finger. The touch was mild but somehow tremendously suggestive, and Jack felt his arousal escalate another notch. Damn, he'd shoot on the carpet yet if he wasn't careful…
The girl rubbed the little orifice in the tip of his organ for a moment, then raised the finger so that they could both see the glistening wetness that it had acquired. Then she brought the finger to her lips and into her mouth as she savored the fluid from his penis. The gesture was simple bait erotic and made Jack cup her cheeks in his hands as she slowly pulled her finger out of her mouth and smiled at him.
He grinned back, feeling slightly foolish but not caring. This girl, who looked like she should be in school instead of in his office teasing his penis, was exactly what he needed at the moment…
"Jean… Jean, I guess this is a little abrupt, but I want to fuck you. Right now. We'll get to details later; in any case you won't regret it. Sound okay to you?"
The girl smiled and nodded. "It's okay with me, Mr. Ames. I knew this was a fuck job, although I didn't know it would start exactly like this. But I'm all for it." She paused and looked around the room. "How do you want me? Want me to kneel down and suck you off right there?"
Jack considered the offer, which was attractive but somehow not exactly what he wanted at the moment. What did he want…?
His eyes fell on a low, straight chair by his desk. "Jean – we'll make this a quickie and take a good slow fuck later. Pull your skirt up and take your panties off and lean over that chair – I think the arms are about the right height. Or maybe you'll want to put your elbows and forearms on the seat. Anyway, I'll fuck you from behind, dog fashion. I mean your cunt, not your asshole. We'll get to that later, but right now I don't want to take the time to go slow, and all that. Sound okay?"
The young girl smiled up at him as she again reached for his penis, this time to capture it in the full grip of both of her small hands. She began to rotate it gently between her palms as she started a simultaneous stroking motion. "Sounds okay to me. To tell the truth, I sat outside thinking about you fucking that other broad in here and I got hot as hell. I bet my panties are soaked. I'm glad I've got a juicy cunt, but there are times…"
"Yeah, I know. Right now I'm about to have a juicy prick." Jack's hands covered the girl's and stilled their motion on his penis. "No more of that, baby – I'm too close. Come on, slip your panties off and bend over that chair – I want to fuck."
The girl giggled as she complied. Small and blonde, the girl seemed to be no older than about seventeen. But her body was complete, and Jack, usually a devotee of lushness in the female figure, found himself intrigued by the girl's petite build.
But he was really too aroused to appreciate the subtleties of the feminine body at the moment. He needed relief, and almost any woman who was reasonably attractive would seine his immediate needs…
The girl moved quickly as she sensed that this was not the time for delay. She raised her miniskirt high enough to slip off her bikini panties, and she continued to hold the skirt above her pubic mound after the panties were on the floor.
"Like me? I'm not a real blonde, as you can see. I'll dye my cunt hair if you want me to, but I won't bleach it. I have a girl friend who tried that, and she got so sore she couldn't fuck for two weeks. I don't think you'd want that to happen to me."
"No, I wouldn't. Jean, baby – less yaking and more fucking, huh? Come on, honey, over the chair…"
The girl laughed again as she bent over the chair that Jack indicated. Immediately he saw that the position was unworkable; the girl was so small that their heights were incompatible for what was, essentially, a standing position…
"Damn. Won't work, honey." Jack looked around the room and then back at the chair. "Come on, you're gonna sit on my prick. You like to do that?"
The girl watched him as he quickly sat down on the chair and stretched out so that his body was almost in a straight line. Jack was still fully dressed except for his genital exposure, but the sight was no longer funny to the girl because her own growing arousal made sexual relief an increasing necessity for her, too…
"Okay, sweet – straddle me and sit on my prick. Glad your cunt is wet, because I don't intend to fuck around – or maybe that's exactly what I am gonna do. That's it… comfortable? Let your cunt down on my prick. You hold it and guide it. Easy… God, baby, don't try to bend it. It's so hard it's brittle – you'll break it off…"
The young girl was now on top of Jack with her legs spread across his as she reached under her crotch to grasp his penis and hold it in position. "If it does break off can I have it? I'll just put it up my pussy and leave it there. The best dildo yet… oh, God – that feels good. Honey, you sure fill my cunt. I think it's coming up my throat…"
Jack did not answer the eager girl. His eyes were closed as he savored the entry of his penis into her tight sheath. He knew that his pleasure would be brief, and he hesitated to begin a stroking motion…
But the girl was not hesitant. Her own arousal demanded relief, and she paused only briefly after the initial penetration before she began to move her loins in a stroking motion that caused her tight vagina to move sensuously over the length of his shaft. Her position was awkward and somewhat uncomfortable, but the results were more than satisfactory for both of them.
And then, unexpectedly, her movement ceased. Jack opened startled eyes and finally made them focus on the girl's smiling but intent face.
"What the hell, baby? Don't stop humping now…"
Jean leaned forward and kissed him lightly without resuming her motion. "I will, lover – I need this fuck as bad as you do. I need the job, too – I am hired, aren't I?"
In spite of himself Jack had to grin. "You little prick teaser. Yes, damn it, you've got the job – provided you get that little cunt back to work and make me come before I change my mind…"
Her hips were already ill motion again. "No problem, lover. You just stay still and let little Jean fuck that big prick of yours. If you don't like the way I make you come I won't take the job…"
The girl was hired.