It was one-thirty, and after only a half-hour of work, Donna was finding that being a file clerk was hard physical work. The cardboard boxes full of files were heavy and had to be carried from one office to another.
She'd been in Syd's vacant office, studying the way he kept filed material categorized in the huge bank of cabinets there. His filing scheme made sense to her, and she began removing obsolete materials.
A file drawer was pulled out and she was bent over it when a strong hand on her back pressed her down. Another hand went up inside the front of her blouse, up inside one cup of her bra, and pinched her nipple.
"Syd, get your hands off my tits," Donna said, keeping her voice soft, her tone pleasant.
Syd drew his hand out of her bra. She straightened up and turned to face him.
"Donna," he said, "I didn't mean to offend you. It's just that you and me…"
"That's exactly what you did intend – to offend me. You intended to keep me groveling like a whore!"
"That's not true."
"Don't lie to me," she said. "Yesterday, I was, a whore. Neither one of us said it, but I knew it and so did you. If I fucked you, I'd get the job. I guess if I continued fucking you, my job would continue. Well, I'm not built that way." She picked up her purse and pulled it open. "I owe you something and I'm paying you back."
She handed him thirty dollars.
"What's this for?"
"When you gave it to me, it was for letting you finger-fuck me at the Palomino. I admit it. I was a whore when I took your money. I was a whore when I got this job. Now I'm not a whore any longer."
His expression was sober, but he nodded. "You're right, Donna. God, I've been in business so long I thought I could buy anything I wanted. It took a beautiful young woman to tell me I'm wrong. Christ! It must've been degrading for you. What do you want?"
"Not your money. I'd like to keep working here. I'd like that but if you or anybody here pinches my tits or fingers my cunt, I'll report you for sexual harassment."
"I'd like for you to stay. I won't bother you. I'd like to, mind you, but I won't."
"I meant on the job. I like you, Syd, and I like fucking you. I'll still fuck you, but no money. I said any time you want, but if my job depends on it…"
"Your job doesn't depend on it," Syd said. "As long as you do your work well, you have the job."
"I believe that. When we do fuck, it won't be here. It'll be at my apartment."
"Fair enough. This filing work isn't really urgent. Would you like to go there now?"
"Let's do it," she said as she buttoned her blouse.
A half an hour later, they walked into her bedroom. She'd straightened it up after the police left. Now everything was tidy.
Syd looked around the room, then put his hand on her waist.
"You really keep this place neat and clean," he said. "How would you like to start?"
She looked down at her blouse and jeans. She'd worn them because of the dusty file boxes. Now they would have to be good enough.
"I wish I was dressed better than this for you. Maybe it won't matter after a minute or two. Would you like to strip me down?"
"I sure would."
His fingers trembled a little as he opened the front of her blouse and peeled it back off her shoulders. He was a little steadier when he worked the hook loose on the front of her little lacy bra, spreading the front and letting her firm tits spring free.
He dropped to his knees before her and fumbled with the big button at the top of her tight jeans, then drew the zipper down. The faded cloth fit like a skin but peeled down smoothly.
His hands were more sure when he ran his fingers into the elastic band of her panties and slipped them down on her hips, then down onto her legs to fall around her feet.
She stepped out of her panties and stood with her feet apart, enjoying the tingling feel of his check as it touched her bare cunt mound and rubbed down onto her smooth, soft cuntlips. Then he turned his face and pressed his mouth to her pussy.
His hands were warm on her asscheeks as he grasped her and drew her hips to his waiting face. The outer folds of her cuntlips parted against his strong mouth as he covered her exposed pussy and flicked his tongue inside.
Still standing, Donna spread her knees and opened her cunt as much as she could for the tongue that was pushing against her cunt. She pressed her hands in Syd's gray hair and held his face against her pussy.
His strong tongue pushed through her inner cuntlips and fucked inside.
"Oh!" she gasped and whined softly as his tongue speared her pussy.
She couldn't stop the motion as her hips rolled up at the touch of his tongue on her cunt. Her ass rocked back and her hips rolled down. As soon as her ass settled back, his tongue probed up again, just inside her pussylips.
"Ooohh!"
Her hips rolled up higher against his face, while her ass drew down low.
"Syd, stand up and let me strip you down." He touched her clit one more time, sending her hips rocking up, then drew his tongue away. He stood.
Donna quickly unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off, then pulled his T-shirt up off his head, tossing it aside. After dropping to her knees on the carpet, she opened his fly and slipped his pants down so he could step out of them.
His shorts were bulging already, and when she pulled them down, his cock was big, though not very stiff.
Still kneeling before him, she put her arms around his ass, took his cock in her mouth and worked the prickhead into her throat.
She couldn't take it down her throat from this angle, so she worked her mouth over the cockhead, just touching her throat, then drawing her lips back to the piss-slit. She worked her tongue into the slit and made his hips jerk.
His prick grew rigid in her mouth. She drew her lips back off the cockhead and looked. It as stiff and hard, curving up and ready for action.
Donna went to the bed and lay down on her back, drawing her legs out to the sides. Her thighs went straight out and down flat on the bed, thrusting her bare cunt mound up high.
Syd got on his knees between her spread thighs and pressed his hands down on each side of her waist. The head of his cock pushed against the tender flesh of her inner cuntlips. She took his hard cock in her hand and worked it against her inner pussylips, spreading the warm, moist flesh. She stopped pressing his cock into her when the stab of pain started in the cuntflesh. She waited for it to pass.
The pain faded to nothing and she pressed his cock down harder. The pain returned and she stopped again, waiting until it faded again, then pressed his cock in, feeling her cuntlips slip around his cockshaft.
Donna paused and moved her thighs against the bed, feeling the sides of her knees press on the bedspread, feeling her ass lift up from the bed and feeling her hips and cunt rise up on his cockshaft.
As soon as her ass touched the bed, she whipped herself back up on his prick, while he fucked into her cunt, plunging his cock deep inside her.
His cockhead sent warm, tingling waves of heat down into her cunt. The waves crested when he fucked deep, then they slowed when he pulled out to her cuntlips.
Syd shifted to gather her in his arms, holding one arm under her back, the other under her waist, and drawing her small body up. She responded by grasping his shoulders and pressing her tits against his hairy chest.
He picked up the pace, fucking in faster and harder, slapping his crotch down against her thrusting cunt mound. The waves of heat he caused in her cunt built with each thrust.
As he fucked harder, her breath came faster. She pressed her knees down harder, levering her hips up faster and slapping her pussy mound up against him.
The waves of heat in her pussy built higher as Syd fucked her harder. A whine came from her throat as she tossed her head and writhed under his hard-driving prick.
Then her whines broke off with a choking whimper, a whimper that broke off each time he slammed his crotch down against her belly, making her gasp.
His cock-strokes got slower and harder as the waves of heat in her cunt crested bringing her cunt closer and closer to the bursting point. She braced her knees out and thrust her cunt up harder, sliding her cuntlips up over his thrusting shaft.
His face was turning red and the veins stood out in his neck. The strokes from his cock grew slower and slower.
"Oooohhh!" Donna cried.
Syd fucked into her and slammed his crotch against her cunt mound as his cum spurted hot and deep into her cunt. She kept her back arched while she received his jism.
As her cuntjuice flowed out over his cock, the strength flowed out of her back, legs and arms. She slowly settled back to the bed, and Syd came down with her, still holding her small body close.
After a time, he loosened his hold on her body, slipped his arms from under her and pushed himself up. He bent down and kissed her parted lips, then kissed the nipples of her softening tits.
Pushing himself back, he bent and put his mouth over her spread cunt. His kiss was lingering as his lips pressed against her cuntlips, his tongue caressing her hot flesh.
Slowly, he sent his tongue through her cuntlips and lapped back, not searching for her overheated clit, just caressing the surface of her pussy, sending warm, tingling waves of heat through her cunt. Her hips rocked to his motions.
After a time, her hips stopped rocking. Syd took his mouth from her cunt and lay beside her, one hand gently caressing her waist.
Donna turned on her side and held his head in her hands. "I liked that, Syd. I liked the way you fucked me."
"It was great for me too, Donna. You're a real lady."
She smiled and held his head tighter.