Donna agonized over filling out the part of the employment application that referred to work experience. She was tempted to lie and fill in several jobs she might have held as file clerk. But that would be too easy to check. Besides, it wasn't her nature to lie. She briefly described her experience as a cocktail waitress and handed the form back to the secretary.
The secretary scanned the form and shook her head slightly, and made a clucking noise. With a sympathetic smile, she rose and took the form into another room.
"Mister Morrison will see you now." The words jarred Donna. She looked up. The middle-aged secretary was standing in front of her, still smiling sympathetically. Donna stood and went through the door the secretary held open for her.
The door clicked shut behind her as she stood in the huge office of Sydney Morrison. In the bright light, he was no longer the faceless elderly man who liked to finger her cunt in the dark. The man who sat behind the desk was probably sixty, had iron-gray hair, a few deep creases in his face, but otherwise had the clear skin of a much younger man.
He rose and offered her a chair beside his desk. When she sat, he took the other chair, a few feet away. His voice was deep and courteous.
"Thank you for coming in, Donna. I'm really glad you are seeking employment."
"Thank you for inviting me, Mister Morrison."
"Syd. Please call me Syd."
"Okay, Syd. Thank you. I really need the work."
"Why?"
She told him about Danny and the social worker.
He shook his head slightly. "I hope that turns out well. As I said last night, there are no particular qualifications for a file clerk – except being able to read and write." He picked up her application. "Since you were able to fill this out completely, I know you can do both. This is a part-time job, running from one to five."
"Is there much competition for this job?"
"A lot," he said. "Donna, I hope the events of last night haven't influenced you."
Her ears turned hot. "Of course not."
"Well, last night – you see, I'm not a young man any more. Last night I saw you as a beautiful woman. I just had to hold your private parts – your cunt."
"Syd, are you trying to tell me something?"
"In a way, yes. Obviously I can't tell you your job hinges on this. I will say that if you can show me a good time, I'll never forget you."
"All right, Syd. I'll fuck you, but it'll be because I want to. If I get the job, I want it to be because I'm good enough to do it, not because I fucked you. Okay?"
He nodded. "Sure, Donna, that's okay."
"We can use your couch."
"It folds out. I'll lock the door," Syd said as he laid his glasses on the desk.
The door made a loud mechanical clack as Donna went to the couch, pulled the velvet loop out and watched the couch unfold into a full size bed.
Syd looked embarrassed as he came back and stood before her.
"I don't quite know how to tell you this, Donna. Sometimes I'm not a very good lover. I have a lot of trouble getting it hard."
She couldn't keep from looking down at his pants. His cock might not be hard, but there was nothing small about the bulge.
"Maybe I can help you. Why don't you strip me down?"
His hands shook as he worked the zipper on her dress. Then the air was cooler on her back and he slipped it down off her shoulders. It fell to the floor and she stepped out of it and turned to face him.
His hands were steadier when he pulled her sp up over her head. He let it drop and took the front of her lacy bra in his hands. He pulled the garment back off her arms and she stepped forward, grasping his shoulders, pressing her tits against him.
Syd put his arms around her waist, drew her close, bent down and kissed her as she tipped her head up. His breath was clean and sweet. When she slipped her tongue into his mouth, he eagerly took it, sucking it deep. She could feel the bulge of his cock growing, pressing against her panties. He released her tongue and took his lips away from hers.
His hands got steadier as he bent down and toyed with one of her little lacy garters, running his fingers under it.
His face colored when he slipped his finger under the waistband of her panties. She grinned and wiggled as he worked the thin nylon down off her asscheeks. Her cunt had turned moist. The cloth stuck to her cunt-lips momentarily, then slipped down her legs and dropped to the floor. She stepped out of them.
He held her hips and looked down. His voice was almost reverent as he said, "You are absolutely beautiful, Donna."
"Thank you, Syd. Now let me undress you."
She reached up and pulled the knot out of his tie and then unbuttoned his shirt. She knelt on the carpet and slipped off his shoes and socks, then reached up and unzipped his fly. His hands caressed her hair while she unbuckled his belt and worked his pants down off his legs.
There was a damp spot on his shorts. When she pulled them down, a drop of pre-cum fell from his cock.
Still on her knees before him, she held his hips, took the head of his cock in her mouth and sucked it hard. His hands held her head lightly as she worked the cock into her mouth, letting the prickhead slip back in her throat and pressing her face into his gray cockhair. She swallowed and drew the head down deep and his hips shook in her hands.
She drew her mouth back off Syd's prick and stood up.
"P bet I can get it hard," she said. "Let's use the bed."
She led him to the bed, and positioned him on his back. She straddled his shoulders and brought her mouth down to his cock. She ran her tongue all over the shaft, then licked at the loose skin on the underside. He shuddered slightly when her tongue touched his piss-slit. His cock grew a little harder, so she started sucking the head, letting it enter her mouth a little at a time until it touched her throat. Then she quickly ran her lips down the cockshaft, feeling her throat push down around the head. She ran her lips up and down the length of the shaft, feeling the cockhead grow harder in her throat.
"I think ft's hard enough now," Donna said. "Are you ready to fuck me?"
"I'm ready," he said. "Donna, you're amazing."
She lay on her back and spread her stockinged thighs straight out, letting them settle down flat on the bed. He got between her legs and nudged his cockhead against her bare cunt.
She took the cock in her hand and worked the head up and down the moist surface of her outer cuntlips, feeling it rub hat against her closed pussy slit.
Suddenly, the cockhead slipped inside, making her gasp at the flash of pain that quickly faded. She looked down between them, down between her tits, at her cunt. His cock had the sides of her slick cunt pushed wide and most of his hard shaft was still outside her.
He fucked into her as she lay passively, receiving his thrust with its nice little tingling wave of heat. His hairy groin touched her bare cunt mound with his cock buried fully in her, then he started to draw back slowly.
She pressed the sides of her spread knees into the bed and levered her ass up, making her cunt rise with his cock. When her ass was well clear of the bed, she let her hips swing back, letting the wave of tingling heat recede from her pussy as she pulled away from him.
Syd drew his prick out until the bulge of his cockhead reached her cuntlips, then he stopped and fucked back in.
Donna lunged her ass up off the bed, swinging her cunt up to meet his downward drive. The wave of heat rose higher as her cunt slipped up his cockshaft. As they came together, she whined and gripped his shoulders hard. They touched and drew apart, her ass swinging back down.
Syd's slow, rhythmic thrusts, were making her pussy pulse with heat. Then the heat pulses turned to big waves of tingling warmth, not fading between cock-strokes, but building, each wave hotter than the one before.
He raised his head and breathed fast. Her breathing increased as well as writhed under him, whimpering and whining with each hard stroke of his cock.
Sensing she was about to come, Donna arched her back and held her hips up off the bed, holding her cunt steady and letting him fuck straight into her.
"Ooohhh!" she screamed, going rigid.
Syd thrust all the way in and drew her up hard against him as she felt her cunt juice flood in waves up over his cock, washing away the delicious heat that was consuming her. Her hips jerked and quivered against him with each wave.
Finally, her pussy juice stopped flowing as she went limp in his arms, drained of all energy. She opened her eyes and parted her lips. Syd smiled and bent down and kissed her tenderly.
His cock was still in her cunt, still as hard as a rock, and still ready to go.
Donna wanted to keep going. She wanted that, but her energy was drained. Her legs were like rubber.
She did raise her head and kiss him. She had enough energy for that, but nothing more.
After a time, the empty feeling in her gut passed. She held Syd's head in her hands and pulled his face down as she raised her head. She kissed him and reveled in the strength of his mouth, the kindness in his face.
"Are you ready to do it again?"
"I think so," she said. "Try me."
As he slipped his arm from under her ass, she pushed her outward-splayed knees down and held her ass up. While he drew his cock out, she let her ass touch the bed. Then he fucked back in, and she rose to meet him, her cunt mound shoved hard against his hairy crotch.
Donna said, "I'm ready. Like to try a different position?"
"Okay, how about you on the top?"
He slowly drew his stiff cock back until the bulge of the cockhead spread her cuntlips, then all the way out. Donna closed her legs and rolled out from under him as he turned over onto his back. She got up on her knees and straddled his loins.
Donna reached down and spread her cuntlips. She wiggled her ass to position her pussy down on his cockhead. It was still hard, so she pushed herself down on his cockshaft, letting the prick-head thrust deep.
When her mound pushed against his groin, she stopped and brought her tits up off his chest. Her long hair spilled over his face, but he didn't seem to mind. He slipped his hands from the hollows of her waist down onto the soft flesh of her hips and gripped her there. He lay there, looking down between them, past her tits.
"God, but you're beautiful," he said.
"What part of me?"
"All of you. Every bit."
"Thanks. You're a handsome guy. I'm ready now."
He flexed his prick and slowly thrust up into her. His cockhead made a delightful ache as it fucked all the way up to her womb. The ache faded as he drew his cock back.
He thrust up again, and Donna met him halfway. His cockhead burned hotter, making a nice burning ache that exploded against her womb.
Syd continued fucking hard into her. It drove the breath from her every time he thrust into her. She found herself having to catch a quick gasp as he drew back and poised for the next stroke.
The burning, aching heat built up in her cunt, burning more as his cockhead thrust deep within her, aching more as his hairy groin smashed up against her smooth pussy mound. Her gasping breath broke into a whine with each cock stroke.
"Oooh! Oooh! Ooohh!"
The aching grew hotter with each stroke, hotter than she had ever known before, hotter than she could stand it.
"Ooohhh! Oooohhh!" she shouted, throwing herself down on him and mashing her tits into his chest.
Donna slammed her cunt down on his crotch and lay against him, quivering and pumping her cuntjuice over his cock.
When her cuntjuice stopped flowing, the empty feeling returned to her gut. She had no strength. All she could do was lie straddling him, her tired pussy still impaled on his hard cock, her tits mashed into his hard chest. He shifted both arms to her back and drew her down tightly against him.
With an effort, she took her face out of the hollow of his shoulder and turned her head toward him. Syd met her face and kissed her.
He smiled at her, and she tried to do the same but lacked the strength. She hoped he would understand.
"You're something else, Syd," she said with an effort. "You're cock is still hard inside me and ready to go. How do you do it?"
"I owe it all to the pretty woman on top of me. She gave me everything I have."
Donna slowly drew her ass up, pulling her cuntlips up on his cockshaft. With only the prickhead left inside her, she shoved her hips down and fully impaled herself on his cock, her bare cunt mound pushed down hard against his crotch.
She raised her head and said, "I'm ready now. What position would you like?"
"It's your choice, Donna. Pick something that's easier on you."
"Dog-fuck me."
"That isn't very easy on you."
"I can rest my head on a pillow. My ass bobs around by itself. I'll be okay."
She drew herself up on his prick until his cockhead spread her cuntlips. Then she slowly raised herself until the head was completely out of her and the inner lips slipped shut. It as an effort to draw her leg up off him.
She turned her face to the side and put her head down on a pillow, leaving her ass up high.
Syd got up on his knees behind her and put an arm under her waist. His cock pushed from beneath her, up through her inner cuntlips and nudged against her quivering flesh. She pulled her belly in and rolled her ass down to guide the prick toward her.
"Oh!" She sucked in her breath when his cockhead bumped her womb.
The hot cock slid back and poised for another thrust. When it came, it was harder.
"Oh!"
A whimper escaped from her as his cock slid back. Then he fucked in hard.
"Oh!"
The pulse of heat and the tingling ache remained for a time after each thrust.
"Oh! Syd, I like that!" Donna moaned, her voice low. "Oh! Love me?"
Nonsense phrases of endearment flowed from her whining throat as his hard cock fucked deep into her pussy.
"Oooh! Give it to me faster!"
He reached up, cupped her tits in his hands and squeezed as he increased the pace and fucked up into her cunt faster and harder with each stroke. The burning streaks of aching pain spread through her cunt and then became one continuous burn as he fucked into her faster yet.
"Oh!" she groaned, and then broke off with a whimper as his cockhead withdrew for the next blow. "Ouch!"
A whine escaped from her throat. Her ass bobbed out of control as she looked back and saw his cock pull back and poise, ready to fuck in for the finish.
"Ooohhh!"
Her burning cunt in ice met his searing spunk as he shuddered against her, holding her tits in his iron grip, his cock rock-hard and jerking in her pussy.
When her breathing slowed, Syd lowered her to the bed.
Donna twisted around onto her back. She drew her legs up and splayed them out before him.
Syd reached for her cunt and held each lip between thumb and forefinger. "You're beautiful, Donna, but this is the most beautiful part of you."
"I'm glad you like it," she said. "What time is it?"
"About three."
"Can we sleep together here for an hour? You've left me as weak as a kitten."
"Sure. Can you start work tomorrow at one?"