She sat still, but she gasped as a tremor shook her body when Todd slowly moved her hand to his broken zipper.
"The defective merchandise will be replaced as soon as humanly possible. And, of course, without charge. In the meantime, please let me offer a substitute. It has no wire, nor any handle, but…"
"That's all right, Mr. Martindale," she breathed, her fingers in his fly. "I am sure the substitute you offer… ah… oh…" She lapsed into a quiet murmur as she held his rigid cock rather timidly. I knew a team of strong horses couldn't have pulled her hand away from him.
I moved over to her and found the catch on her frock. "Perhaps if you slip out of your clothes, you will be a bit more comfortable," I told her.
She let me pull the blouse off without a single protest. Her tits strained against the tiny lace bra that hugged her pert mounds. I unsnapped the band. In spite of myself, my hands slid down her hot flesh to cup her breasts and rub my thumbs over her pebble-hard nipples. Her eyes were riveted on Todd's pulsing rod. When I helped her to her feet, she stood swaying, still holding his pleasure giving cock. She didn't say a word when her skirt slid down her smooth legs, followed by the whispy panties that had covered her silky mound.
She was a French woman first and a restaurant manager second. With a low moan, she bent over and slid her ruby lips around his wet cockhead. She spread her legs a little and reached down to put my hand between them to press my fingers into her crack. I fingered her stiff clitty, feeling her hips jerk from the thrill of my touch as I slowly and sensuously explored her grasping snatch. Her hole was so tight I knew she would tear half of Todd's beautiful cock hair out by the roots when she felt her cuntwalls open.
Now she had almost all of his cock deep in her mouth, and was moaning and sucking. Her hips pushed back against the pressure of my finger sliding in and out of her soaking pussy. She was losing all control very rapidly.
I took my hand away in spite of her whimpered protest. My clothes hit the rug. In another minute, I had stripped Todd naked. It was not easy. She would not let him out of her mouth for a single second. Somehow, we moved together over to her broad couch. Her legs opened and closed like a steel vise around Todd's head. They were in a 69 that left me hotly stumbling around the sides of the couch, searching desperately for a way to get into the action. There didn't seem to be a way at all.
"Well, shit!" I muttered to myself. The sounds of my boss sucking her hot cunt brought my fingers between my legs to torment my clit unmercifully. I flopped back into my chair and found I had sat down on her "Delightful Dork".
"Guess there is no better time to get acquainted with our sex toys," I grumbled to myself. I spread my wet cunt lips and inserted the head of the rubber cock just a little way in. It felt weird – not bad, but awfully strange. It opened me up like a real man when it bottomed in me, but I knew the stupid thing would never explode a male charge in me, and there were no strong arms around me nor any hot mouth to kiss me until I came.
I jerked the dork out of my hole and tossed it over on her desk. A rising wail of undiluted female pleasure suddenly filled the whole office. I looked over at the manager and Todd. For having a pussy programmed to respond to a stupid imitation, her cunt was performing beautifully with the real thing! She held her legs up, her knees straight. She grasped her ankles to pull herself wide open so she could stare down, past her pussy mound, at the huge cock plunging into her.
She bucked and shook and twisted on the couch, humping him deeper into her cunt, moaning and crying some unintelligible message in French to the cockhead sliding between her clenched and pulsating cuntlips.
Fascinated, I watched her fuck, and fuck, and fuck! She began to come, but she never slowed the mad, racking pace of her hips swinging back and forth over Todd's cock.
Shuddering, she locked her ankles together over his straining back and began working on another climax. Todd was enjoying himself, but I could see tiny wrinkles of worry furrow his sweating forehead. What had we gotten him into? He seemed determined not to come, but I knew as long as he was hard, she would continue to fuck and come and fuck and come, even if the staff closed up the place and went back to France.
Me and my big mouth! I had unleashed a sex starved female, who was madly screwing like she had thirty years of no cock to make up for. Her gasps of pleasure were so low and throaty and sexy that I could have hung her bra on my own stiff nipples. No way could I stay out of the game any longer – I was too turned on!
"Ah! Oooo! Yes. Oh, yes, cheri!" she whimpered. Her tongue drove deeply into my pussy when I settled down over her upturned face. I made Todd shift up toward me on the couch. My hands held my aching tits firmly to his mouth. He sucked on my nipples until I was ready to scream! My cunt gripped her tongue like a velvet fist. My hips rotated in mad circles over her, raking my clit against her teeth. Like a wall had fallen on me, my orgasm knocked me backwards off the low couch, and I sprawled out, flat on the floor.
Without really intending to, I had done a good thing. Todd stared at me, lying on the floor and clutching my pussy and crying out my sweet agony. He groaned and gripped her hips so hard she let out a surprised little yelp. She hollered again, louder this time, when he spread her wide and folded her up like a camp chair. He crunched her bones with the weight of his body as he wildly drove every inch of his cock into her snatch.
"Aaaaarrrggghhh!" His voice was a deep, raunchy guttural groan. Her legs stiffened straight out, laying flat on the couch. I could see Todd's thick cock jerk madly as he shot load after load of hot gism into her. He held still for a second, and then – I swear! – it seemed be started to come again.
"Aeaaahhh," she screamed, drumming her heels on the couch and heaving up against him as she went into the agony of a wild climax. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" she panted. "Mon diou, what a man you are!"
She tried to sit up, swaying and pressing her palms against the couch. She peered around and finally brought me into focus. "And you, my sweetest of all sweet pussies, never has my tongue been so passionately gripped by a cunt so hot."
"Well, all… all this sort of got nit going!" I smiled at her. I wondered how the hell I was going to get her to let Todd leave her office, now that she had gotten a sample of what a real 'dork' could do for her. But I need not have worried. With that positive attitude of his – when his mind is made up about something – he stood up and reached for his clothes. He handed me mine, and was dressed even before I had fumbled into my clothes.
He bowed and kissed her hand very gallantly, thought. "Good afternoon, my dear," he said gravely. "We really must be going. It has been sheer delight to serve such an excellent customer."
When he closed the door behind us, her hand was still up in the air. She had looked so surprised and bewildered at our fast exit, I felt sorry for him.
"You will hear from her again, you know," and I grinned at Todd as we briskly walked out to the parking lot. "You gave her a sample of what a real dork can do for someone like her. And you still have another cunt to take care of, darling."
"Make yourself a memo to speak to me about that tomorrow," he grinned.
I griped and grumbled all the way home, but I might as well have been complaining to a deaf man. He opened the car door for me, kissed me very sweetly and patted my hot ass, but he would not do a single thing more. He had had it for today, I realized. He scooted me, toward my front door and waved cheerfully as he eased himself gently down on his car seat.
Oh, well. Can't win all the time, I told myself. But my pussy was still on fire! I had to go find a hard cock, somewhere.
I sat on the edge of my bed, holding my pussy tenderly and trying to think.
Roger's car was parked beside mine, but it isn't empty. I stared in amazement at two sets of male feet sticking out of the windows, one on side of the car. The toes were pointed down to the ground, wriggling and wiggling. I stood quietly and listened.
I walked around to the driver's side and peeked in the car. The three of them were naked as the day they were born. The sedan smelled like a whorehouse on a Saturday night – it reeked of hot pussy and sweaty male bodies. I slipped my hand under Roger's strong legs and grabbed him by his hard cock, right through the open window.
"Good evening, brother dear," I said.
"Huh! Oh… oh… Sis. Hi! What's new?" Then he got mad. "Judy, damn it, you scared me so badly that I nearly peed all over myself!"
I looked at the other two sets of round eyes peering at me in the gloomy darkness. "Aren't you going to introduce me, Roger honey?" I asked sweetly.
"Oh double shit!" he groaned. "Well… are you going to tell Mom about this?" I shook my head. He blew his cheeks out in a long sigh of relief. "Uh… this is Penelope and, and Richie, my buddy. We were just…"
I opened the back door and crawled in the car. "I know what you were doing. Sexual research, huh?"
The kooky girl snapped her gum and giggled, coming up on her knees and turning around to look at me, sitting with my legs wide open and smiling back at her.
"We were gonna fuck," she snickered. "You wanna play, too? I'll lend Richie to yuh, if yuh want him. He's got a super cock, honest! Hey, Richie, climb in back and show her what you got. Go on, scaredy cat. She won't bite you. Will you?" She grinned at me.
I looked at Roger and slowly shook my head. "Where did you find this shy little creature, Roger?" I asked him with wonder in my voice.
"She sits behind me in Math class, Sis. Are-are you really going to screw Richie. Can we watch?"
"Aw, come on, Roger," she complained. "I don't wanna watch. I wanna do it! It's your turn to suck my pussy, anyway. Richie don't do it right. He can't make me come at all."
She flopped down on the seat. I saw her heel come up and hook firmly over the edge. Roger disappeared like he'd fallen down an elevator shaft.
"Oooooo," she giggled. "Now that's pussy sucking!"
I sighed. What my hot cunt would do to get itself satisfied! If our parents heard her wild giggles and came out to the garage, we were all dead! I looked over at Richie, looking at me and holding his stiff cock in a very nervous hand.
"Well," I smiled. "Shall we fuck?"
He swallowed hard, twice. Then he moved so fast that he had me flat on the seat with my skirt up over my stomach and his cock nearly punching holes in the upholstery before I could say another word. I shifted around and got my legs open wide enough for him to find my hole. Then I gasped and stopped thinking of him as a horny child. The boy had a man's cock, and it was hard and it was strong, and it was fucking my pussy so hard my teeth rattled.
"Jesus, Richie, take it easy," I muttered. "Slow down. Ah! Stroke. Stroke. Push deeper! Mmmmmm. Who the hell taught you to fuck? Never mind. You learned real well."
I grabbed his hard-muscled butt and dug my nails into his hide. He never felt a thing. He didn't know a damn thing about really making love to a female, but Lord, could he fuck a cunt! He had me hanging onto the seat, panting and grabbing his ass tighter and tighter. I kicked my feet against the car door as my pussy at long last got the stiff cock it had been screaming for. He screwed like 'coming' was a word he had never heard in all his young life. He didn't try to kiss me or play with my tits or finger my raging clit. He just screwed and screwed, soundlessly but steadily. By the time he had made me come for the third time, my arms lay limp on the seat and my body flopped around like a rag doll. This kid must run on pure Spanish Fly! I thought to myself. My cunt was getting tender from his cock slamming into it.
"Richie. Richie, honey. Why don't you and Bubblehead, up front there, get together? Roger must be ready for a rest. Easy, boy. Listen to me, Goddaammmmiiiiit!"
He reluctantly got up and scrambled over the seat, falling on Roger and his chick. I eased out of the car, wiping the sweat from my face and trying to iron out some of the wrinkles in my beat-up skirt.
Let them fuck themselves silly! I was satisfied, in a weird sort of way. At least, my clit had tucked itself back 'home', and was being quiet. It had been a long day, and who knew what tomorrow would bring? Time to hit the day, I thought as I trudged back to my room.