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  He paused again and waited for her to respond. All he got was her heavy pants. She slipped further into the seat and her legs fell further open.

  “So, I’m going to do that. If you object, you just give me a shove away. Okay?”

  Mr. Jones loved his job. This new office was teeming with willing partners. He’d already spent yesterday’s lunch hour fucking one of his partner’s secretaries in a supply closet. He had his eye on the receptionist. And there was a pool of interns looking at his ass every time he walked by.

  Yeah, work was a virtual playground. And Andrea would be the best ride. He thought it would take a few weeks, days at least, to get her panties off. But he slid them off easily on his third day on the job.

  She raised her hips and shimmied as the dripping panties were pulled down her legs. Her thighs parted, and he saw that her pretty, pink pussy was dripping with need. He could take care of that for her.

  He’d been totally honest when he said he’d admired her work. She was one of the reasons he decided to come on. Johnson and Dick were old men who rarely even came into the office. The company needed fresh meat, and that’s why he was here. But the company also had a pool of talent that was untapped. Not any longer.

  After he fucked Andrea and gave her the release she needed, he would tap her ingenious brain and pull her into a few of the top-level accounts. Frustrated and under-utilized, the woman was brilliant. He couldn’t wait to see where her drive took them all when she was properly taken care of.

  Jones struck with his tongue. Just a light flick. The top half of Andrea’s body collapsed in the chair. He wondered if she had a boyfriend? A girlfriend? If so, they were not taking proper care of this brilliant woman.

  He bit at the inside of her thigh. Then he turned his nose into her core, taking in his favorite summer scent. Her thighs trembled at the impact.

  Oh yeah, she was going to be a regular playmate. He’d have a butt plug in her ass next week. He had to remember to buy one with a remote. The one his wife had ordered worked brilliantly. The range would reach from his office to hers.

  Jones tugged at Andrea’s left labia with his teeth. She made a gurgling sound and reached behind her head to hold onto the top of the office chair. He nuzzled deeper into her. She was hairy which told him she hadn’t had a man in a few months. Women typically didn’t shave if there was no one looking at her nether regions. Jones didn’t mind a forest every now and then. But he’d have a lot of fun shaving it off and making her bare for him.

  It took him a minute to dig for her clit. When he found it he saw he struck gold. It was the tiniest little clit he’d seen in a long time. Tiny clits were a treasure trove. All the nerve endings were concentrated in that small, little space. He wouldn’t even need a vibrator to get her off. But he’d use one to blow her fucking mind.

  Keeping his tongue on her, he rolled her closer. He introduced two fingers into her slippery heat. Scissoring his fingers around her tiny cunt, he gathered the outside of her labia between his thumb and forefinger and pinched the skin together. Her little clit popped out, and she moaned deep in her throat.

  He rolled it between his fingers. He squeezed and released, squeezed and released. Her clit jumped and jerked and she nearly came. But he backed off before she could. They’d have to work on her delaying her release. She had a quick little trigger, and he liked to play around.

  He worked his tongue on the tiny bud, running through the ABC’s over her clit. He made sure to keep a light touch. She was trembling by the time he got to K. Her legs were already trying to close around his head, seeking relief. He spread them wider in the chair and continued down the alphabet. She was coming in great heaves by the time he got to Z. Her cunt juices leaked out of her pretty, little hole.

  Using the wheels of the chair he rolled her back and forth, aiming his tongue into her opened cunt. He pulled her in and covered her whole cunt with his mouth. Jones lapped at her like a dog lapping up water, a cat lapping up a bowl of milk because she was starting to cream.

  Through the sex haze of his mind, he heard voices in the distance. It was the old, creaky voice of Johnson, one of the three partners. Andrea stiffened. She must’ve heard Johnson’s voice too. Johnson’s voice was coming closer and closer to her office. Instead of getting up, Jones scooted himself under her desk and rolled her chair in. And it was just in time because the next time Johnson spoke it was from inside Andrea’s door.

  “There you are, Andrea.”

  “Hello, Mr. Johnson.” Andrea’s voice was breathy and faint.

  “You wouldn’t have seen Mr. Jones, have you?”

  “Um, no sir. I haven’t.”

  Jones crooked his finger inside her cunt and rubbed. Above him, Andrea whimpered and then covered it with a cough.

  “Listen, Andrea. I know you may feel slighted because we brought Jones in without giving you a shot at partner.”

  Andrea didn’t respond. She couldn’t. Jones watched her stomach muscles tense and heard her soft pants. He doubted Johnson noticed. The man was completely self-absorbed.

  “You know I believe in you,” Jones continued his monologue. “But bringing Jones in will get this company ahead. We’re a team and we all have to do our parts to keep this ship running smoothly.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Jones kissed Andrea’s bud. Working under him, she’d make partner in a year. He’d see to it.

  “I want you to work closely with him,” said Johnson.

  “Yes, sir.”

  Jones brought his mouth to the crease in her thighs. Inside her cunt, he pressed down with his fingers. He knew it would make her feel full, like she had a cock in her. Not his cock which would stretch this tiny little pussy to its max. But he did have thick fingers.

  “Well, that’s all I wanted. You’re a good girl, Andrea.”

  “Hmm,” she managed. “Would you close the door behind you, Mr. Johnson? I don’t want to be disturbed.”

  “I hope you’ll be getting off soon.”

  “Yes, sir. Very soon.”

  Once the door closed, Jones wrapped his tongue around her cunt. He felt her shiver, but she bared down and held onto the orgasm. She didn’t know how much that shit turned him on. He was going to reward her.

  Andrea had wanted to come the moment Mr. Johnson had walked in the door. But she couldn’t. She’d had to hold it. And the holding of the orgasm felt like nothing she’d ever experienced before. She felt electricity spread through her body. Like a fuse lit that had yet to reach the dynamite. When the door to her office closed, she decided she wanted to hold on to that feeling a little longer before she exploded.

  Jones turned his fingers down and pushed towards her anus. It felt like he was deep in her. Her muscles began to suck on his fingers involuntarily. His mouth covered her clit again, and then her labia. He sucked with his mouth and he rocked with his head.

  Andrea rocked with him, fucking his face, fucking his mouth, fucking his fingers.

  She couldn’t get her legs wide enough to fit him in. She grabbed at her tits which were straining against her blouse. She arched her ass off the chair to get at him. She pressed her ass down to get away from the oncoming explosion.

  He sucked harder.

  He sucked faster.

  And then her orgasm hit.

  It was the crescendo at the fourth of July fireworks. It was a land mine booby trap that set off before you reached the treasure. It was the demolition of a large building come tumbling down. Andrea bit her arm to keep her cries down. Her mind fogged in the aftermath as her world crumbled around her.

  And then she was air born. Jones shoved the chair out from under the desk. He shoved the papers aside, and they spilled down on the floor like more rubble. Jones loomed over her with his big body.

  “Open your shirt,” he said as he dropped his pants and strapped on a condom. His cock was so big, bigger than any of the dildos in her collection. For a moment she was panicked.

  “Oh you’re gonna take it,” he sai
d.

  And then she was hungry. It was as though she hadn’t just had two orgasms. She needed more. She ripped at the buttons on her shirt.

  Jones pushed her down onto the desk. He grabbed her thighs in his big hands. He aimed that big cock at her tiny hole and he pushed.

  She bit her lip to keep from crying out. The burn of him going down inside her was so sweet she laid there and took it. Her skin stretched and burned around his girth. He pushed and shoved, and still he wasn’t fully seated inside her.

  He pounded into her, only making it halfway. The wet sucking sound turned her on more than anything. Another orgasm was building, being pulled from her against her will because he was so big.

  With this orgasm she didn’t explode, she sailed. She saw stars. And still he didn’t stop.

  The orgasm loosened her further. Now he could fully seat himself inside her. He pulled her thighs to him as he continued to pound into her. The sucking sound changed into a slapping sound as his groin finally met hers.

  Andrea couldn’t form a coherent thought as his dick shoved into her belly. The batteries were forgotten about. None of her toys would ever compare again.

  Jones picked her up and flipped her around, bending her over her desk. He shoved that massive cock back into her without preamble. From this angle it went even deeper. Her torso collapsed on the desk. He kicked her thighs further apart and then he went to work.

  His thrusts were brutal and deep. The legs of the desk scratched at the floor from his force. His fingers dug into her hips. She knew they’d leave a mark, and she was glad for it. She wanted to be marked by him.

  His hips thrust so deep she felt the hairs of his pubs tickling her asshole. That opening hungered for a filling. That had never happened to her before. She had never considered ass play. But now…

  Jones held her body still as he continued the brutal pounding. Another orgasm started to build within her. This one wrung her dry. It was a bit painful as it squeezed her, gagging her throat. She clutched at the edge of the desk, seeking something firm to hold onto as she was tossed and turned out.

  Behind her, Jones came so hard she feared the condom would break inside her. She felt him swell inside her well worn channel. And then finally, he pulled out. Andrea felt bereft without the intrusion of him.

  Jones sat back in her chair. But she couldn’t move. She lay over the desk. Her head falling off one side. Her ass still in the air, facing him.

  He reached for her and turned her around so that she was sitting up on the desk. He pulled off the condom and tossed it in the trash. Then he slowly tucked his monster dick back into his pants. She couldn’t believe that it had fit inside her.

  She reached down for her underwear which lay discarded on the floor. Jones took them from her. He held her panties low to the floor for her to step into. He pulled the rest of her clothing back on her, slipping down her skirt, tying her ruined shirt over her torso. He pulled her suit jacket over her and buttoned her up until you couldn’t see that her shirt had been torn in the heat of passion.

  Once they both were back together, he asked, “We’ll work on that project together? Starting tomorrow?”

  Her brain had to race to catch up. He’d said he’d wanted to fuck her, but he’d also said he wanted to work with her. “Yeah.”

  “Good,” he grinned. He appeared more pleased with her agreement at their work arrangement than when he’d come while thrusting deep inside her. “I’ll get the reports from finance and we can get started in the morning. Sound good?”

  “Yeah.”

  He straightened and headed towards her office door. But he turned back before he twisted the knob. “You should come over for dinner this weekend.”

  “Over? For dinner? With your wife?”

  “Yeah,” he nodded, eyeing her thoughtfully. “You two need to meet sooner or later.”

  Andrea could only blink.

  “She’s going to smell you all over me,” he said. “When she tastes you on my lips, she’ll want to meet you. She loves a sweet pussy as much as I do.”

  He winked at her and then headed out of the door.

  The Gardeners

  Enrique wiped his head with the back of his tanned hand in the hot afternoon sun. He looked up and down the empty road. It was a slow Wednesday morning, and he needed to make at least a hundred bucks today to cover his little sister’s medicine.

  He’d thought once they crossed the border things would go smoothly for them. But getting a job had been difficult without papers. Getting his sister the care she needed without a social security number had been even harder. It took weeks to get in to see the doctor at the free clinic and the prescription costs were mounting.

  He knew a man he could buy papers from, but Enrique couldn’t do both. He couldn’t pay for his sister’s medical bills and save for the papers. It was one or the other, and his sister’s health had to win out every time. If he got deported, it would all be mute.

  The whole situation stressed him out. He didn’t have time or luxury to worry. He had to keep his head and make that money, without getting caught by any of the authorities.

  A work truck turned down the road. Even before the truck came to a stop, Enrique raced towards it. He pumped his legs as fast as he could, but he was alongside ten other men in the same desperate situation.

  Unfortunately, he’d been on the wrong side of the street and he arrived at the bed of the truck too late. The truck picked up the first seven men who crowded around the back. Enrique was too far back. The truck pulled off, spewing gravel at his legs.

  He cursed his luck. He couldn’t catch even one damn break.

  “Man, let’s just blow this off and go to the track,” said his buddy Carlos.

  Enrique was good at math. He didn’t like probabilities. He liked the steadiness of compound interest. “Let’s wait. It’s still early.”

  It was nearing noon. The work day was half over. Anyone who would come now would only need menial work, and that’s only if anyone else came near the You-Haul-Em moving trucks and storage company in need of a day laborer.

  A Plymouth Fury turned the corner. Enrique turned to admire the classic car. Inside was the hottest piece of ass he’d seen in a minute. She didn’t look completely white. She looked like she was mixed with a little something.

  Her skin was deeply tanned, more toasty than anything. Her lips were full. Her hair was brown with streaks of blond. Peering inside the window, he saw that the driver’s seat was pushed back because her legs went on for days.

  “Excuse me,” she said in a husky voice that woke up his long ignored dick. “Do you know how to work a lawn mower? I got a complaint from the neighborhood bitchy-body that my grass was an inch too high.”

  Enrique hated yard work. He more preferred construction where at least he got to use some of this math skills. But money was money. Before he could open his mouth, Carlos spoke.

  “We can trim your hedges real good, ma’am.”

  Enrique could’ve done the work all by himself and received all the money. Now he’d have to split it with Carlos. But he couldn’t begrudge the man too much. There had been times when Carlos had gotten a job and brought Enrique along.

  The two climbed in the back of the woman’s car. In the front seat Enrique spied a box of condoms. It was a jumbo pack just sitting out on the seat. He swallowed and sat back, trying not to think about the last time he’d had any use for a condom.

  Sitting behind the driver’s seat, he was tall enough to look down his temporary boss’ top. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She didn’t need to. Her nipples stood on end, poking through as though they were waving hello.

  She caught him looking in the rear view mirror and she smiled. “What do you charge for your services?” she asked.

  “How big is your area?” Carlos had the amazing ability to make everything sound dirty.

  “I have no idea?” she said. “It’s pretty big. So, what? Like a hundred bucks?”

  Carlos’ eyes bulged. “
Sounds fair.”

  Enrique opened his mouth to protest that it was too much. But in the end, he held his tongue. He could use that money. A woman like this probably had some old, monied husband giving her that as pocket change.

  “Fine,” she shrugged, pulling out into the lunch hour traffic. “A hundred bucks an hour, it is.”

  Enrique made a choking sound. Carlos clapped him on the back. Even if this took two hours he’d have the money he needed for his sister. Knowing Carlos he’d stretch it out for at least three hours, maybe four. Then Enrique would have enough for medicine and enough to put a bit aside for the papers. This half done day was starting to look up.

  Ten minutes later, they pulled into a nice neighborhood. The lawn they rode by didn’t need much work. It would take them a couple hours tops. Even if she paid them $50 to do the job, it wasn’t quite worth it. But they were already here and at least he’d get something.

  She parked the car in the driveway. Enrique scrambled to get out to open the door for her. Out came those long legs in six inch heels. When she spread her thighs, he saw straight up her skirt. She wasn’t wearing any panties. He saw the pink lips of her hairless cunt. He stood behind the door to hide his immediate erection.

  “Mower’s in the garage,” she said. “You can find your way around back.”

  Before their boss made her way into the house, a woman came across the street. This woman had honey blonde hair and green eyes that were narrowed on the two men.

  “Mrs. Jones,” she called from the end of the drive. “I’m sure you didn’t just pick up day workers to cut your lawn. That’s illegal, you know. And we don’t want that kind in our neighborhood.”

  “Of course not, Mrs. Smith. These are friends of mine. We’re going to drink beers in the back yard, unless that’s against neighborhood rules too. Come on guys.”

  Mrs. Jones motioned Enrique and Carlos into the house. She shut the door in the face of Mrs. Smith with a loud slam. “I am so tired of that nosey bitch. She needs to get some dick and stay out of my ass. Or she needs to get some dick into her tight ass.”