There was a moment of silence as George slammed deep into Cindy for the last time, holding his quivering groin against the moist, sucking greediness of her cunt. He shivered as his seed spilled out, the tremor passing over his back and across his legs and his arms. He was over her now, supporting his weight on stiffened arms, his eyes meeting Cindy's in a burning stare as her cunt muscles slowly milked his cock, dragging out the last of his seed, trying to draw him into movement… "Ahhhhhhh!" George collapsed, his weight knocking the breath from the girl for a moment. Then he pulled back, his cock riding out to leave an aching emptiness. Cindy reached to touch her cunt, her eyes closing in regret.
"Oh, God!" She swallowed, opened her eyes to look at Gabe again. "Please – fuck me!"
"Not me, honey!" Gabe laughed, embarrassed, and made a show of looking at his watch. "Jesus, I gotta get goin'! George, sign those fuckin' bills so I can get outa here!"
He grabbed for his trousers, stabbing into them as the janitor climbed off the sofa, bent to tug his own tangled pants up about his legs. Cindy stared as the two cocks disappeared into the covering clothing, and felt a sob of frustration welling up. Damn them!
Gabe grabbed his clipboard from the desk, and George scribbled something on it; then he left, as though the devil were at his heels. George chuckled.
"I guess you took it all outa him, Missy."
"Please, George – please, I need it! Fuck me again!"
He shook his head. "Not today, Missy – least, not this afternoon. You wanna come to my room tonight, I'll give you all the fuckin' you can stand. But right now my balls are empty!"
Cindy sat up, angry; what was the matter with them? One jump, two, and they were finished – and they called themselves men!
Oh! She was covered with cum, her ass and her legs sticky. George went to the locker, opening it and bringing her clothes. She stood up.
"I can't go upstairs like this!"
"Oh, I dunno." He grinned. "You'll get all the fuckin' you can stand if you do!"
"I can't!" she said. Horny she might be, but she wasn't going to make a public spectacle of herself!
"Yeah, I s'pose not. You can clean up in there, Missy – there's soap an' towels an' everything."
"There" was a small john with a sink that was crusted with dirt despite the open can of Comet sitting on the back of it. A peeling mirror was over the basin, and Cindy grimaced as she picked up the dirty cake of soap. She ran water over it until he was clean; at least the towels were in decent shape. She began repairing the damage to her body, at least cleaning her crotch and ass. Then she washed her face in cold water, trying to reduce the flush.
George was still in the same position when she came out, his eyes staring at her nakedness. The heat was gone from her crotch now; Cindy flushed under his blatant eyes, and quickly began to dress. Her skirt and blouse were wrinkled from his mishandling, although they began to shake out quickly enough. But the hard shape of the bra ached against the tender nipples, and for a moment she debated leaving it off.
No. That would draw more attention to her – people would know that she had been engaged in sexual adventures, and that would never do. It was bad enough that George and the driver knew… She adjusted her clothing, wishing that she had her panties back – wishing that she had her virginity back. To lose it to someone as gross as Gabe was almost too much to bear!
Although it had felt wonderful!
George smiled. "Ya want my address, Missy?"
"No!" She blushed. "Uh – I was not in control of my senses, George. I hope you realize I didn't mean all those things."
"Yeah, you was hot, all right!"
"This-this is the end of the matter, George!" she said, firmly. "You've had your pleasure, but if you ever come near me again I'll tell Mr. Fleckheimer!"
George rubbed his crotch, grinning and with as much dignity as she could muster to the stairs. The janitor followed without saying anything more, watching as she climbed the first flight. She tugged at her skirt, feeling his burning gaze against the insides of her thighs… Oh, God! What was the matter with her? Decent girls didn't throw themselves at men just because they were sexually aroused – did they?
Maybe they did… Her thoughts were turning to the pleasure of the fucking again, the wonderful sensation as the cocks had plowed into her. She could feel the ache coming back into her groin, the feeling of emptiness in her female passage. Oh, God! She did want it, she needed it… All right, Cindy! So you've been fucked! It will happen again, at the right time and in the right place! Stop thinking of cock, start thinking of your job – if you expect to have your job after today!
How long had she been gone? It must be at least an hour since she first opened the door to the stockroom. She came off the stain and moved through the double doors, and a moment later passed the stockroom. The door was open, the lights on; for a moment she thought of going in, retrieving her panties before anyone discovered them. God, were they the ones with her name embroidered across the ass? She couldn't remember!
She started to go in, then saw Zeke; his back was turned, and he didn't notice as she backed out again, continued hurriedly to her office. The door to Larry's office was closed – and then she saw the two notes stuck into her typewriter. She grabbed them out quickly, her fingers trembling.
Cindy… Called out of the office. If anyone important calls, I'll be in about eleven tomorrow.
Larry He had left for the day; Larry didn't even know she had been away from her desk. Breathing a long sigh of relief, Cindy sat down in her chair, her knees suddenly weak. She smoothed her skirt again, glancing at the small digital clock: it said 3:51. An hour and nine minutes more and she could escape, go home.
The phone rang, startling her. She fumbled as she picked it up, nearly dropping the receiver.
"Mr. Jordan's office?"
"Cindy?"
"Oh, Mom!" God, did she know? But that was silly – of course she didn't know! "What's up?"
"Your father's grandmother has had another stroke, Cindy. We're going to fly to Cincinnati tonight – I have to leave now to pick him up. You don't want to come, do you? It looks as though it won't be long before she goes."
Cindy suppressed a small shudder; the thought of dying, of funerals, was unbearable. "Is Jack going?"
"No, dear. He'll stay with Gordy, unless you're going to be home. Then he can stay here, of course."
"I'll stay home, too, Mom. You and Dad have a – well, I guess I can't say have a good flight. But you know what I mean."
"Yes, dear. We'll call you from Cincinnati."
Cindy hung up, feeling both guilty and relieved to know she wouldn't have to be part of the death watch. Christ, how old was the old lady – ninety? Close to it, anyway. She was just as glad to be alone with Jack.
Jack had a nice cock!
What was the matter with her? Get your thoughts out of the gutter, girl! You it not going to fuck your own kid brother – that's incest!
Besides, Jack is probably a virgin, just like you were!
But wouldn't it be fun to take his cherry? If boys have cherries, that is. They called it the same thing, even though they didn't have a hymen to lose.
Her fingers were rubbing the other note, and now she glanced at it, immediately recognizing the prissy, perfect penmanship.
Miss Cox… See me immediately.
J. Fleckheimer Jasper Fleckheimer, the office manager and official male old maid. Cindy closed her eyes, smiling as she saw him tugging his neat pin-striped vest into proper position. Jasper always reminded her of Gale Gordon, although Fleckheimer had never been known to smile. His mouth was always pursed, as though he had just sucked on a lemon. Well, shit – better see what the old fart wants and get it over with!
The office manager's office was in the corner, on the inside wall where Jasper got the benefits of no windows at all. Miss Daley, his prune-faced secretary, was absent from her desk when Cindy reached the door. She didn't want to go in there, but she raised her knuckles and knocked.
"Come in!"
Jasper was seated at his desk, reading a file folder. He glanced up as Cindy came in.
"Ah, Miss Cox. You've been with us seven months now, is that correct?"
His finger tapped the folder, and Cindy realized that it was her own employment record. She nodded, wondering what was happening – was he mad because she had been away from her desk so long?
"You're behavior has been exemplary," said Fleckheimer, leaning back. "Your supervisors have given you glowing recommendations, Miss Cox."
"Uh, that's nice to know, Mr. Fleckheimer."
"Yes, until today there has been every expectation on our part that you would go far with the company, Miss Cox. Until today…"
His eyes stared coldly, and Cindy was reminded of a dead fish. She felt a hollowness in her stomach, but squared her shoulders.
"Uh, Mr. Fleckheimer, if it's about the time I was away from my desk, I can explain…"
"I'm sure you can." He opened a drawer and brought out a crumpled wisp of pale-blue fabric, dropping it on top of the folder. "I believe these are yours, Miss Cox."
"No!" Cindy's eyes widened in horror, and her thighs clutched together. "Na – they're not!"
"They have been identified, Miss Cox." He was smoothing them out now, spreading them until she could see the embroidery on the seat: "Cindy".
"You were apparently quite pleased with this, ah, garment when you first purchased it, Miss Cox. Miss Lang remembers you bringing the box back from the store."
Elsie! The bitch had been in the ladies' room that day, when Cindy took the panties out to show to a couple of the other girls. They had giggled together over them – but now she felt her heart sinking. Zeke must have found the panties, knew now that she had been the one watching… "The garment was still, ah, damp when it was brought to me, Miss Cox."
"No." She shook her head. "No, Mr. Fleckheimer – it isn't mine! I swear it, I've never seen those things before! Never!"
"Really?" He stood, came around the desk – and suddenly grabbed at her skirt, raising it to show that she was naked beneath it. "Then where are your undergarments, Miss Cox?"
Cindy froze as the prissy office manager stared at her naked cunt, the hard glint in his eyes frightening her. What was he going to do? She'd be fired for sure!
Then she saw the tiny twitch as the corners of his mouth tried to turn up in an unaccustomed smile. He was still holding her skirt, still staring! The old bastard was, getting his jollies from her cunt!
"Please, Mr. Fleckheimer I'll do anything! Anything you say…"
"Yes, I'm sure you will, Miss Cox." His nose wrinkled as though he had smelled the sex activity, and his fingers dropped the skin. He went around the desk, sat down again. "Very well, you may begin by disrobing."
"You-you won't fire me?"
"I make no promises, Miss Cox. However, I may assure you that my patience is being sorely tried."
He crossed his hands, dropping them into his lap. Cindy tried to see if he had a hard-on, but it was impossible to tell through those loose-cut out-of-style trousers. Fingers trembling, she began to undo her skirt, letting it drop about her ankles.
"Yes." Jasper stared, his eyes burning. "Yes, now the blouse, Miss Cox…"
His tongue touched the corner of his lip, and Cindy felt triumph: he was turned on! He wanted her – this wasn't just a way of torturing her before giving her the ax! God, he was disgusting – worse than George, or the truck driver. But if she had to take him she'd give him a show worth remembering!
She reached for the buttons on her blouse, releasing the snap to the bra at the same time; then she let the top move down her arms. Jasper's eyes widened slightly as he saw the bra strap sagging away, and Cindy made her stomach bump, just a bit – but enough to make him lick his lips again. His fingers pressed hard against the back of his hand, his thumb rubbing up and down.
She dropped the blouse, the office manager's eyes intent on her tits as she worked her shoulders forward, letting the bra slip down enough to reveal the shape of the swelling mounds. Now Jasper was pressing his hand against his crotch – he did have a cock, and he was responding! He ignored the naked cunt as Cindy worked the bra farther forward, until only the nipples were concealed.
His throat worked, his mouth gaping open. His hands went to the arms of his chair and he leaned forward.
The bra dropped, revealing her jutting nipples; and Jasper sighed, blinking rapidly. Cindy glanced around the office, but there was no sofa here. She walked around the desk then, Jasper pushing his chair back, and sat down on his lap.
"Do you want to do it to me, Mr. Fleckheimer?"
"Uh, yes, Miss Cox! Yes!"
His hands moved gingerly to her sides; as though he had no experience with women. But Cindy could feel his cock pressing against his trousers, and knew it was ready for any sort of action. He moved his fingers up her sides, trembling, the tips hardly touching until they came to the swell of her breasts; his eyes had never left the hypnotic attraction of the nipples.
"You can suck them," said Cindy, breathily, realizing that was what he most wanted. "You can suck Mommy's titties, baby!"
"Ohhhhhhh, yes! Yes, Mommy!"
Jasper lowered his mouth to the right breast, his fingers grasping it greedily, Cindy wondering if he had been aware of his words. He sucked in the tit-flesh, kneading it as though trying to force out the milk he remembered from his last tit – his mother's. Or did the old bastard treat all women this way? Maybe Jasper was a prune-face because he was so hung up.
"Oh! Oh, that's nice, Jasper!"
Cindy patted his back, Jasper swallowing, his eyes closed with pleasure. He sucked again, working his lips over his teeth to avoid injuring her as he pulled more of the delicious tit-flesh into his mouth, and Cindy remembered the way Zeke had sucked on Elsie. God! She had never dreamed there could be so much pleasure in her own tits! But Jasper was making her feel good, was firing her… "Ohhhhhhh, yes! Baby, baby, suck Mommy…"
"Yeah, Mommy! I'm hungry, Mommy!"
She could feel his hot breath against the top of her tit as he sucked with all his strength, pulling more of her mammary into his wet mouth as he shaped her tit into a cone. The tongue made great slurping swirls around the areola as he laved the hot flesh, Cindy gasping and gasping again as the tender nipple erected, burned beneath his touch.
"Oh, yes, baby! Suck Mommy nicely, and Mommy'll make baby's little cocky feel good! You want Mommy to do that, don't you, baby?"
"Yeah, Mommy! Yeahhhh!"
As Jasper switched his attention to Cindy's other tit she moved her hand down to his belt, worked it open, tugging the ridiculous vest up out of the way. She could feel his hot cock pressing against his underwear as she worked the zipper open, found woolen cloth in her way. It was buttoned – Christ, he was wearing long johns!
Cindy smothered a laugh as Jasper continued to suck on her breast, rubbing his hair fondly. She worked on the buttons of his vest, and then on his shirt, tugging the prim bow tie until it came undone. He did not try to help nor hinder, intent only on sucking those glorious tits, his legs trembling beneath her as Cindy finally got the shirt open. Christ, he was wearing suspenders, too – suspenders and a belt! Jasper was a man who didn't believe in taking chances!
She began to open the top button of the long underwear, working her fingers down quickly. The garment parted to reveal a sparsely-haired chest, sagging pectorals that seemed ghostly-white against her own tanned skin. Then she was down to the bottom, opening the last three buttons, able at last to pull his prick into the open.
Jasper gasped against Cindy's tit. "Oh, Mommy!" His eyes were closed in ecstatic rapture. "Oh, be careful, Mommy – don't hurt my dicky!"
"I won't, baby," said Cindy, softly, pulling his rod out to where she could work it in her fingers. It was long enough, but spindly, like Jasper himself. It seemed bright red against his white belly, the cockhead already wet with his preseminal fluid. It throbbed in her hand, his groin twitching and twitching.
"C'mon, baby," she said, urging him. "It's time to take down my panties, isn't it?"
Jasper broke at last from the nourishment, his head falling back while the breath hissed in and out of his lips. His eyes closed as Cindy stood, but he raised his ass to make it easier for her to remove his jacket and tug his trousers down. When they were about his ankles Cindy started to come back up again, then thought better of it. She worked the trousers over his shoes and shook them out, then folded them neatly. It wouldn't do to have Jasper wrinkled!
"Let's get on the floor, baby…"
"No!" His eyes remained closed. "No, do it right here, Mommy – just like you used to do!"
He moved his ass don closer to the edge of the seat, his prick pushed back as he tugged his balls out of the bottom of the long johns. Christ, maybe his mother had fucked him! Jasper refused to open his eyes as Cindy climbed over his legs, positioning herself carefully as he pushed his cock out beneath her. Her cunt was juicing in anticipation as she lowered himself, gently, easily… It was in! Jasper moaned as Cindy settled herself astride his lap, his hands falling away.
"Oh, Mommy! Mommy! I-I'll be a good boy!"
"Yes, baby." Cindy smiled again, patting his cheek. "Yes, you will."
"Please, Mommy – make me feel good like you do!"
The situation was ridiculous, but the game was making Cindy hotter than ever. She clutched at his prick, raising herself slightly by holding onto the arm of the chair. Jasper gave beneath her when she came down again, sighing with pleasure as his head fell away. He liked what she was doing, but he was pretending to be a helpless little boy. Well, shit! That was all right with Cindy!
"Ohhhhhhh!"
He jumped as she slammed down against him, then began to ride him regularly, his cock stabbing deep through the hot wet walls of her cunt. There was not the pressure about it Cindy had felt with George and with Gabe, but it was a delicious sensation just the same as she tightened her walls about him, milking him while she rode him. It was awkward, difficult to maintain her balance, but she pulled herself up, dropped down again, pulled up… "Oh! Oh, Mommy! Mommy!"
His hands caught her arms and he thrust up against Cindy, gasping as his balls pumped out his load. A long sigh escaped his lips as his cock trembled, pumped; then Jasper's hands fell away again, his cock softening. Cindy knew it was dropping, failing away from her; he wasn't going to satisfy her own burning need.
Shit! But at least she had saved her job!
She climbed off his lap, Jasper keeping his eyes closed as Cindy wiped herself with tissue from a box on his desk, then dressed quickly. As she left the office, she saw his eyes remained closed, and then the door clicked shut, and she could see him no longer.
Well. The strangest things were happening to her today! She smiled as she returned to her own office; it wouldn't be long before she could escape this crazy house, go home – maybe fuck her brother!
She rounded the partition and stopped short Zeke was standing by her desk, his fists doubled, hatred burning in his eyes.