Finally it was time for Candy to begin looking for a job. Mona and John had been very good about letting her stay with them indefinitely. And the prospect of being able to fuck with them, both separately and together, was almost too dizzying to contemplate. But she knew she couldn't mooch off them forever.
She had to get her own job, her own money, her own apartment. With Mona's help, she found an employment agency. It was run by a friend of Mona's, a tall, stunning redhead named Cathy Fiske, who specialized in getting high-paying secretarial jobs for girls with up-to-date skills.
But even though Cathy was a friend of Mona's, Candy felt very self-conscious as she sat across the desk from the woman. She had tried to dress in the most business-like way possible, and yet Cathy's gaze kept dropping to the swell of her young tits under her silk blouse, or to the shapely calves of Candy's legs, which she had demurely crossed.
Why is she looking at me like that? she wondered. Is she trying to figure out what an employer might like or not like about me?
"You can type, of course," Cathy said.
She had bright green eyes and wore a lowcut green blouse that showed off the cleavage between her large, creamy tits. Her skin was the peaches-and-cream type, and her hair was a cascade of burning gold. Candy found it hard to concentrate on the questions. There was more going on during this interview than she could put her finger on.
"Of course," she replied nervously.
"How fast?" Cathy asked curtly.
"Ninety words a minute."
"Faster, with practice?"
"I… I suppose so."
"You don't have to be nervous, Candy," Cathy finally said, more warmly. She smiled, the full red slash of her sensual mouth making a half-sinister curve that, Candy realized curiously, was very alluring.
"I'm trying not to be," she said.
"Remember, I'm on your side. I'm here to help you. This interview is not half as grueling as the real ones you'll be going through, with real employers."
Again her gaze dropped to Candy's full rounded tits. Candy looked down at her tits briefly herself, wondering again if she had worn the wrong thing. When she glanced back up at Cathy, the woman's eyes burned into hers smokily.
"Shorthand?" Cathy asked in a sultry voice, wholly inappropriate to the question.
Candy nodded. God, she looks like she wants to eat me up, she thought. It was not until several minutes later, as she left Cathy's office with a slip of paper showing the time and date of her first interview, that she suddenly realized the truth of the matter.
God, I'm right! she suddenly realized. I'm so naive! She really did want to eat me up! Or at least to eat me. To eat my cunt. The mere thought of it made her pussy flow with juice.
But she quickly put it out of her mind. Cathy didn't look at all like what she would think of as a lesbian. But of course she had never thought the matter over very carefully.
But the realization that the woman who was helping her get a job also wanted to fuck her was bizarre and unsettling. She might try to deny that it was erotically stimulating, but when she recalled what she had done with her own sister and brother-in-law the night before it was hard for her to pretend that she was totally innocent.
Nevertheless, she put it all completely out of her mind as she found her way to the skyscraper that housed the offices where she was to be interviewed. It was a huge insurance firm, and it occupied the three top floors of a forty-five-story high-rise building.
Candy's heart raced as she rode up in the elevator. She had never been in a situation like this and she hoped she could bring it off. All the people were so well dressed and looked so important. The men all seemed to look at her the way Cathy Fiske had, as if they would like to eat her alive.
Again she grew self-conscious, fearing she had dressed wrongly. But she told herself it couldn't be true. Otherwise, Cathy would have told her. She chalked it up to the fact that she must simply be more attractive than she had ever realized.
The secretary of the man she was supposed to see – a Mr. Brinkman, the chief personnel officer for the firm – was nice to Candy and gave her a magazine to read while she waited. Soon she escorted Candy into his office and left her there, leaving and closing the door behind her.
Mr. Brinkman smiled at Candy. He was much younger than she had expected, about thirty, with dark shaggy hair and piercing blue eyes. He was so handsome that for a moment she forgot where she was.
"You can just sit down over here, Miss Kendall," he said, pulling a chair over next to his desk for her to sit, in.
"Thank you," she said shyly.
She sat in the chair and crossed her legs, noticing as she did so that he, at least, did not leer at her the way Cathy and the other men had. He's obviously much more of a gentleman, she thought. All business.
"Now, I understand Catherine Fiske sent you over here to us," he said, folding his hands on top of his desk.
His eyes were very penetrating. Even though he never seemed to look at her body, Candy felt almost as if he were trying to possess her just by gazing deep into her eyes. It made her nervous, but at the same time she couldn't deny the way she responded to his gaze. The more he riveted her with his stare, the more pliant and warm she felt.
"Yes," she replied meekly. "She said you had a job open that I might be qualified for."
Brinkman smiled. "We have several you might be perfect for."
Gosh, you mean it's that easy? Candy thought. I don't even have to prove my abilities or anything? Brinkman was still looking through the papers she had brought with her from the employment agency.
"I see you've just moved to the city," he said. "Appleton Falls, eh? And just how big a place is that?"
"Oh, it's just a little wide place in the road," Candy giggled softly.
"Boring?"
"You'd better believe it."
"You came to the big city for the excitement, the opportunity, right?"
Candy smiled at him demurely, and smoothed her skirt over her thighs nervously. "I guess you could say that," she said, looking up at him from beneath her long, silky eyelashes.
Now she saw something in his sharp blue eyes that hadn't been there before it looked like a dangerous spark of lust, but she couldn't help feeling glad to have produced it in him. He squirmed briefly in his chair, then stood up abruptly.
"Well, the first thing we'd better do is show you around," he said matter-of-factly.
Candy stood up top. She wondered if this meant that she was hired. It continued to astonish her that no mention was made of her qualifications. But she needed the job. And if it was going to be this easy to get one, she certainly wasn't going to quarrel.
Already she could see herself moving into her own apartment, maybe soon even getting herself a car. The clothes she would be able to buy and the places she could go began to flash before her mind.
She had a hard time keeping her mind on the business at hand. Instead of having someone else show her around, Brinkman took her around himself. He took her to all three floors occupied by the company, pointing the operations that took place in each location.
Finally he led her up a narrow, dark stairway, and when he opened the door they were on the roof of the building. It was a warm, sunny day, and Candy felt marvelous and fucky, as if she were on top of the world.
"God, it's so high up," she said.
"Does it make you dizzy?" Brinkman asked, placing one arm around her shoulders as if to steady her.
"Oh no. It's so exciting. I've never been anyplace so high up before."
There were several shed-like structures on the rooftop, and he drew her over behind one of them. She saw two large mattresses on the surface of the roof, but somehow she thought nothing of them. They were probably there, she reasoned, for people who liked to sunbathe on their lunch hours.
She was so busy trying to take in the view that she didn't bother to be suspicious. Even Brinkman's arm around her wasn't disturbing, though she was temporarily puzzled at why he didn't remove it after she said she wasn't dizzy.
"You're quite a beautiful girl, Miss Kendall," he said.
"Thank you, I'm glad you think so," Candy murmured, trying not to seem too flirtatious.
She turned her face to him and saw him staring at her mouth. It seemed so natural that she didn't resist when he suddenly leaned his head down and kissed her. His tongue snaked between her lips, and Candy willingly parted her teeth to let his tongue in.
She turned and melted against him, feeling his hands quickly fall to her ass and begin squeezing the full round ass cheeks through her skirt. She coiled her tongue around his, trembling with excitement.
"Does this mean I get the job?" she panted into his neck.
Brinkman was busy unbuttoning her blouse. His mouth was on her neck, then on her bare shoulders. God, I don't think I should let him fuck me unless he gives me the job, Candy thought.
At the same time she could feel her own pussy pulsing with excitement and oozing with warm juice.
He is awfully handsome, though, she thought. She reached up and loosened his tie as he slipped her blouse down her arms.
"Mr. Brinkman?" she prompted in a sultry voice. "Does this mean I get the job?"
"Just call me Rick," he said in a lust-clotted voice.
His hands reached behind her to unfasten her bra. Candy unbuttoned his shirt, kissing his cheek and jaw.
"Do I get the job?" she murmured again. "Yes, of course, Miss Kendall," he panted. "You can call me Candy," she whispered.
"Ohhhnnnnn, that feels good!"
His warm mouth was on the upper slopes of her tits. Candy shivered as her bra straps slipped down her arms. She gasped sharply as Brinkman's tongue touched one of her nipples.
"Ahhhh! Oh, Rick, should we be doing this? What if somebody comes?"
But like everybody who saw her body naked, Brinkman was now overcome by urgent lust. He filled his hand with her naked young tits, tonguing her large coral nipples until Candy was whimpering with pleasure.
She was still afraid they might be discovered, but she couldn't keep her body from responding to his caresses. A sharp insistent pulse began to beat deep inside her cunt. I want him, I want him, it seemed to say. I want him to fuck me.
Her hands scrabbled at his belt buckle and the fly of his pants. His mouth on her nipples made her nearly gag with hot bliss. She slipped her fingers under the elastic band of his shorts and freed his cock. His prick was hot and pulsing, not terribly long but fat and stumpy, as thick as her own wrist.
"We shouldn't be doing this," she panted into his ear. "I barely know you."
"Miss Kendall… Candy," Brinkman panted. "Don't tell me you want roe to stop." Again he sucked one of her arching nipples into his mouth and Candy felt her knees sag. Hot pulsing fires shot through her streaming pussy.
"No, of course not," she gasped. "Ohhhh! God, yes! But what if somebody comes?"
Quickly Brinkman pulled her down on one of the mattresses. In a flash he had her skirt unzipped and was tugging her panties down her sleek thighs. Candy helped him, frantically kicking off her shoes. She pulled her pants off too.
As she kissed his taut, muscular belly quickly, her hands drew his cock to her mouth. She peppered his prick with warm wet kisses, swirling her tongue passionately around the purplish, swollen head.
Brinkman held onto her shoulders and ran his fingers in a frenzy through her shiny golden hair as she sucked his prick lovingly. She ran her tongue all over the stumpy, fat twitching stalk of prick flesh. When her warm mouth engulfed the head of his cock, she could hear tiny yelps of pleasure come from deep in his throat.
But we can't do this! she suddenly thought. Remember, somebody might come. A janitor, for instance, or some secretary just wanting to enjoy the sun. Deep inside, Candy realized that she got a sort of perverse pleasure from contemplating someone coming upon them like this, with her mouth working furiously on his hot, twitching prick.
Somehow the danger of being discovered stirred new fires of lust awake in her. Her body trembled with frantic sexual excitement. She could taste the fuck juice oozing out of the head of his cock.
At the same instant, his hand found its way between her warm thighs. His fingers invaded her wet pussy, plunging into her cunt urgently. Candy gasped sharply as she felt his thumb rapidly diddling her tingling clit.
"Ahhnnn! Oh! Unghhh! Yes!" she panted in his ear. "Fuck me. Now. Don't wait. Fuck me before somebody comes, Rick. I need you to fuck me!"
"Oh, Candy, you're beautiful," he groaned, pushing her over onto her back. "I'm going to make you my secretary."
Candy was whimpering and moaning with need under him, her hands grabbing his stiff cock, pulling it toward her aching slit. God, I don't care what job you give me! she thought desperately. I just want you to fuck me! Quick!
"Oh, good, good!" she murmured, feeling him nestle between her thighs. "Just put it in me. Fuck me hard. And quick!"
Brinkman's hands clutched her thighs. He rubbed the slippery, fucking lips of her pussy with his fingers, Candy held onto his shoulders and nearly swooned as she felt his abnormally fat cock slide into her wet cunt furrow.
"Aaaanngghhh God, it's so thick!" she moaned, twisting with pleasure as she felt his prick stuff and cram her.
"Candy, baby. Candy!"
"Oh God, fuck me, Rick! Fuck me hard. Ugh! Ugh! Yesss! Oh yes!"
She clamped her thighs around his hips and bucked in a wild frenzy, mewling and raking his bare shoulders with her nails. He fucked her with short, rapid plunging fuck-motions, cramming her tight cunt again and again with the enormous thick shaft of his fucking prick.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she seemed to see the sky filled with the tops of the adjacent tall buildings, swirling around in a mad fantasy of teeming lust. Her body seemed glued to his, his cock fucking fiercely in the depths of her clinging cunt. Moaning and gasping with need, she yielded to him completely. He lifted her legs up over his shoulders, raising her ass into the air. Then he lunged down into her, fucking her vulnerable pussy wildly with his thick cock, making her squeal and cry out with pleasure.
"Oh God, yes!" she screamed, flipping her cunt wildly up into his fucking prick. "Ugh! Anghh!"
Her whole body began to shudder with sharp spasms. She pinched his fat plunging cock with her cunt muscles, making him groan with pleasure. He fucked her flowing pussy relentlessly, and Candy gasped desperately as she felt the coming begin to throttle her.
"Oh! Oh God, Rick, I'm coming!" she cried out.
"Unghh!" he grunted. "Me too!"
"Aaiiieeeeee!" Candy squealed, completely forgetting where she was.
The orgasm was so hot and thrilling that the thought of somebody discovering them was the farthest thing from her mind. Instead her body ran with delicious sexual fires, pulsing and throbbing with agonizing pleasure.
"Oh! Ohhh! Aanngghhhhiiieeeee!" she shrieked again as fresh waves of bliss poured through her squirming body.
At the same moment, Brinkman grunted. His cock exploded with cum deep in her clasping pussy. Candy grinned with happiness as she felt his hot cum spurting into her moist feverish cunt.
"Oh yes, yessss!" she cooed, caressing his hair, bucking her hips up into his still-plunging prick. "God, yes, fill me with it."
When their powerful climaxes were finally over they slumped together on the mattress. Slowly the realization came over both of them that they were not exactly in a private place. Candy felt briefly sad as she thought about it.
"I don't want to stop," she pouted softly as they began to pull on their clothes. "I want to do it again."
She reached down and patted his phenomenally thick cock. His huge prick had nearly split her in two, she knew, and yet she could hardly wait for more heated fucking. Brinkman smiled at her.
"Can you wait till this evening?" he winked. "After work?"
Candy continued to pout, but this time she smiled back at him. "Are you really going to make me your secretary?" she asked.
"Of course," he said, knotting his tie.
"What will the one who's your secretary now think?"
"She does what I tell her to," he said.
Candy watched sadly as he zipped up his pants and his wonderful prick disappeared. She herself was still half naked and he got his hands on her full young tits again before she could slip into her bra. He squeezed them and lowered his mouth to her nipples. Candy threw her head back and enjoyed the sensations of him sucking her.
"If you keep that up, I'm going to rape you," she warned him.
"After work tonight," he said, helping her on with the bra.
"Promise?"
"Absolutely."