A Fantasy - Sex Stories
The Bloom
It was that time of year again. The holidays were here, and Jen needed to find a suitable employee for her boutique insurance agency. At 41, she had been running the firm for little under a year, but her professionalism and work ethic had made it one of the most successful in the city. Her employees were all carefully hand-picked, groomed, and highly trained. They were a small team, but highly efficient. They knew how to sell insurance, and they did it well. Now, it was time to find someone new.
Sitting at her Macassar Ebony desk in the back office, a small pile of resumes sat neatly in front of her. These were the final few, ready to be interviewed. All but one would be culled, and the cut-throat nature of it stirred something inside Jen. She loved the competition of work, the accolades of performing well, and the power that came from being at the top. She knew she was a good boss: her team looked up to her, almost like a mother, and held her in high regard. She was their teacher, their fearless leader. Sure, her personal life had taken a back seat over the last 12 months, but it had all been worth it. Her work life was all that mattered.
Jen picked up the first resume and found the phone number on the top. Harry Hume. 45. Hmmm. A tad older than Jen would have liked. But the experience was there.
Jen picked up her custom Gigaset Sculpture phone handset and dialed the contact number for Harry Hume. It rang once, twice, three times. Four. On the fifth Jen disconnected the call. No time for time wasters here, she thought. She shifted Hume' resume to the bottom of the pile and cast her bright hazel eyes over the next one.
Lucy Vale. 23. Past call centre insurance, past sales experience. Maybe a little young, unlike Mr Hume. But that wasn’t a deal breaker.
Jen picked up the phone and dialed Lucy Vale’s number. No photo on the resume of course – that would compromise the whole process. But to Jen, appearance was important. Even if the client didn’t see who they were to on the phone, it still filtered down the line. You could hear attractiveness, in her opinion.
A couple of rings, and then a young, bubbly voice.
‘Hello, Lucy speaking’
‘Hi, Lucy. This is Jen Bloom, from Bloom Insurance. How are you today?’
Jen’s voice was assured, but friendly.
‘Oh, hi! I’m good, and you?’
‘Very well, thanks. I’ve just been going over your application here, and I’d love to have you in for an interview’.
‘Oh, great!’
‘Would you be free tomorrow at 10am?’
‘Sure! I’m free’
‘Fantastic. I’ll book you in then’
‘Sounds good!’
‘Do you know where we are located?’
‘Yes, I do. Herbert Street, right?’
“Yes, that’s right. Just come up right to reception and they’ll look after you’
‘Ok, I will! Thanks so much’
‘No problem, see you tomorrow’
‘Ok! Bye!’
The phone went dead and Jen put the receiver down.
Hmm. Not sure about that one, she thought. A little over-eager, perhaps.
Jen didn’t like to judge people too quickly, and it was a trait she knew was part of her personality. But she couldn’t help thinking that Lucy Vale didn’t sound like she should be selling insurance. Just didn’t have that professional tone.
After a few more calls, Jen had five interviews lined up for tomorrow. It was going to be a big day.
She checked the Vivanti wristwatch on her wrist. Small diamonds on the edge caught the light as the hands ticked past 5pm. Time to go.
Jen gathered her things and stepped out into the main room, where four of the team were still busily selling. They would be there till 8pm. Long hours, but they were paid well.
The team looked up as she walked by and she gave them a wave, mouthing ‘See you’.
Jason, 30, winked at her as she passed. He was an attractive enough guy – tall, and dark, but not really Jen’s type. She smiled regardless as she walked through the exit.
Jason watched Jen disappear through the door with a burgeoning erection. The client yammering away through his headset faded into a blur as he followed the wiggle of Jen’s backside, perfect calves leading down to a pair of tall black heels. What he wouldn’t do to fuck his boss, he thought. The notion excited him like nothing else. She was the classiest woman he knew. Professional, rich, sexy.. unattached. Those short skirts, the thick rimmed black glasses, her long brown hair rolled into a tight bun... Those tits. Those gorgeous, bra-less tits. What he wouldn't do...
He started to imagine walking into her office, she looking up at him curiously as he shuts the door behind him. He would approach the desk.
‘Stand up’. He would say. ‘Jason - ‘ but a finger would be on her sweet mouth before she could finish the protest. She would look at him with curious submission as she stands, slowly, his finger still pressed against her lips. He would lean in, take her head in his hands, and kiss her, softly and slowly, her lips parting as his tongue would find hers, a small gaspy exhale coming from her mouth as her body begins to fold into his from across the desk. He had imagined, many times, his fingers trailing down the nape of her neck, finding the buttons on her blouse, and unbuttoning each one by one. Her breasts would spill out, heavy, from beneath the blouse, and his fingers would play with the nipples until they were hard. He imagined taking the nipple in between his lips and sucking gently, cupping the breast in his hand and squeezing, warm beneath his fingers. He could see himself going around behind Jen, bending her over the desk, rolling up her skirt, pushing her panties aside and finding the wetness of her opening, pushing his cock inside her slowly, her breath catching in her throat as she feels him penetrate her deeply. He would fuck her in the office, her tits free and swinging, his hands spreading her perfect ass cheeks wide, her pussy clenching around his cock with each deep push. He would lean into her, bite her neck just enough to leave a mark, and then cum. She would gasp and protest for a moment but push back, wanting to feel his dick large and deep as it would shudder and spasm inside her. He would pull out and she would turn, get on her knees, and slide his softening member into her mouth, cleaning it. She would suck his cock until he was hard enough to fuck her again, because that is what she would want, to be fucked again and again in that little office, his cum dripping warmly down her thighs and pooling on the floor around her expensive heels. Then she would ride him as he sat in her chair, her hips working up and down like a piston, her guttural moans reverberating against the wood-panelled walls. He would spit in her asshole, spread her cheeks wide and fuck her ass, too, because she would want her fingers in her pussy and a dick in her ass. And she would cum, all over his cock, all over his face, all over his…
Jason’s cock spasmed in his pants and he was suddenly brought back to reality.
‘Hello? Hello?’ The client was still there…
Jen sat back in her white Frizzo leather couch and sipped on a 2014 bottle of Penfolds Grange red. The flat screen TV hummed quietly in the background as flashes of white and blue flickered across the room. She glanced up from her laptop screen to the TV – the news, some young reporter, bright red lips and hazel eyes. Looked a little like herself, Jen thought, only younger. Back when she was partying her way across town… enjoying herself. Having fun. Those were the days. Long gone now. Did she miss them? Maybe a little. She did miss the sensations that sex brought, the feeling of climax, the naked, slippery aftermath. Cuddling until the morning broke. Those things, sometimes she hankered for. She bit her lip and looked towards her bedroom door down the hall. She hadn’t masturbated for awhile.. and she did have a toy in the drawer. Why was she suddenly horny? Was it the wine? Her bare legs against the leather couch? Her breasts suddenly felt sensitive, the material of her negligée a stimulant against the tip of her nipples. Cool air from the open window seemed to flow over the curves of her body. She took another sip of wine and the wink that Jason had given her earlier slipped into her mind. He was a good looking guy… She wondered how big his cock was.
She looked towards the bedroom door again. Why did she feel so guilty? She was allowed to play with herself when she wanted to. Her pussy needed some attention…
Fuck it. She slid off the couch, the wine in her hand, and went towards her room. She pushed open the door. Her room was large, and luxurious. A four poster bed, with a velvet bedhead and bamboo Lyocell sheets sat in the middle. She sat on the bed and leaned over to the set of drawers. She opened the top one, rummaged around, and pulled out the toy.
Even touching the cool rubber seemed to excite her. She felt her nipples harden as her fingers gripped the long black shaft. In the gloomy moonlight the dildo seemed like some sort of magical staff, about to perform a feat of supernatural wonder.
Jen lay back on the bed, the toy in her left hand. She touched her leg lightly with her right, enjoying the touch. Goosebumps spread over her skin as her fingers trailed up the inside of her thigh. Her legs opened slightly and her index finger slowly traced upwards. She was already wet and a small moan escaped Jen’s lips as her finger slowly slipped in between the folds. She closed her eyes and imagined a tongue slowly trailing up her inner thigh, teasing a path across the smoothness of her skin. Phantom hands were opening her legs wider and the tongue began to explore. Her own finger burrowed inside the wetness and she moaned again, before slowly pulling out. Her pussy sucked at the retreating finger, and her hips rose slightly off the bed to meet its downward entry. Jen’s breath was quick as she began to fuck herself now, imagining the fingers of another penetrating her deeply. Her thumb found her clitoris and she circled it quickly, her wetness starting to run down between her legs and soak into the Lyocell sheets. She bit her lip as an imaginary tongue flicked up and she saw the eyes, deep brown ones, and realised that the tongue belonged to not a man, not Jason, but the reporter on the news. She didn’t know why the girl was there, but she let the apparition take over. Soft, feminine lips would suckle at the folds of Jen’s pussy, her hand still gripping the dildo as the first wave of climax came.
‘Eat me…’ She whispered hoarsely to the dark, and the imaginary girl used her tongue and finger to explore Jen’s pussy. The girl leaned back and in her mind Jen could see the girl’s breasts, round and supple, nipples small and brown and perfect, ready to be sucked. The toy came down and up and slid into Jen’s opening, the head pushing past her swollen pussy lips and filling her with length and width. Jen arched her back in ecstasy as the brown-eyes girl began to fuck her with the toy, pushing it in deep, pulling out almost the whole way, then thrusting back in again, fleshy walls sucking at the dildo's dark rubber shaft. Jen fucked herself hard, her legs open and lifted, her ass cheeks high off the mattress, toes digging in. Her voice was caught in the bottom of her throat as she began to cum violently, a low guttural grown emanating from within which shook the room. Her body spasmed as the waves of pleasure rolled up from her feet to her spine, her fingertips clawing at the sheets. The toy was pushed as far as it could go inside her, and Jen’s legs suddenly squeezed together, tightening her pussy’s hold on the member. She could see the deep eyes of the girl flicker with satisfaction as the last climax rolled through the older woman’s body, like the final rumble of thunder before a rainstorm, her body tight with the pleasure that rolled over her. The hum of orgasm stayed with her for a moment and then began to fade, deliciously slow and reluctant. Her breathing deep, she sprawled exhausted on the bed, more aware of her own body than she had been in years, the hotness between her legs still burning low like embers in a recently reignited fire. As the darkness of the room returned, and her reality was restored, Jen’s mind let go of the fantasy. Her heart was still pumping though as she realised…
The girl… not real, but still...
The girl had just made her cum.
Lucy Vale woke to her alarm clock. She rolled over onto her back and groaned. Her head felt like an elephant marching band had torn through during the night, and her mouth tasted like an ashtray. She rolled back onto her side and forced an eye open. 8:30am. Time to get up.
Maybe she shouldn’t have accepted Megan’s invitation to have a couple of drinks last night. It seemed that a couple of drinks always turned into ten, which also didn’t help the ever expanding hole in her back pocket. Man, was she poor. The last dregs of her savings were all but gone. Definitely time for a job…
Lucy stumbled her way into the bathroom, flicked on the light and checked herself out in the mirror. A thick smudge of mascara camped across the top of her cheeks, and red lipstick had migrated down from her mouth to her chin. Other than that, she looked great.
She sighed, pulled her dress and panties off, and stepped into the shower. Steam quickly filled the room as she felt the jets of warm water hit her shoulders and wet her hair. She massaged some shampoo into her scalp as she tried to retrieve the pieces from last night. Where had they ended up? She could remember the beginning. The text from Megan. The noisy bar, the cocktails.. the looks from the cute guys in the corner, all suits and smiles. Then they left… with them? Yes, she thought so. She remembered one of them putting on a hand on her waist as they walked down towards the club, then more drinks… dancing… the cute guy pulling her into him, kissing her.. his hands creeping up the back of her legs, finding the half-moon of her ass.. squeezing…
Then what? Did they stay at that same club? Did they move on? Lucy’s memory went hazy as she squirted some liquid soap into her hands. She rubbed it on her arms, her neck, shoulder, her breasts. She glanced down at them as the white foam slithered downwards, hanging momentarily from each nipple before joining the falling water to the tiles below. Damn, she thought. Sometimes she forgot how perky they were.
And then suddenly, she remembered.
In the club bathroom… the cute guy… pushing her against the stall door. His tongue on her neck, teeth on her skin, the hot whisper of his breath… The music pumping in the background as her fingers found his belt buckle, fumbling for the clasp… Dropping to her knees as the cute guy’s cock sprang free, Lucy’s hand enveloping the shaft, jerking it into hardness.. Her tongue tasting his precum and sliding his cock in between her lips.. His gasp, and the forward motion of his hips into Lucy’s mouth.. Sucking, slurping on his dick, her other hand sliding in between her legs, finding her clit… Standing up on wobbling heels, pulling her underwear down to her ankles, looking into the cute guy’s eyes, an animalistic glint of lust.. The cute guy grabbing her with one arm around the waist, one hand under her ass.. strong arms lifting her up, her back against the wall.. him positioning his cock against the opening to her slippery pussy, her fingers clawing at his back.. the ragged whisper in his ear.. ‘Fuck me…’
He had sunk his cock deep inside, long and hard, filling her, and he had fucked her against the bathroom stall. A fistful of her brunette hair between his fingers as he pulled her mouth to his and pushed his tongue between her teeth, her buttocks against the plastic wall of the stall as he thrust into her, her legs wrapped around his waist…
‘Ohhh fuck… fuck me.. fuck me..’
She could remember the ritualistic chant, her voice sounded foreign, the words were not hers, surely… but they had been, her nails had sunk into his skin, and she had let him cum inside her.
She had let him cum.
Now, standing in the shower, her memory returning like a forgotten dream, Lucy’s fingers went to her opening. She spread the lips and arched a finger inside, feeling for any of the cute guy’s cum. Probably a little late now, she conceded, as her finger found a sticky remnant within the walls of her pussy. She scooped the small gloop of snowy liquid out from between her legs, and flicked it onto the shower tiles. She looked at it with a little morbid curiosity, keeping her distance perhaps, before it mixed with the soapy water and swirled, gurgling down the drain. Lucy realised how heavy her breathing had become, and also how firm the nipples on her breasts were. Despite the seediness of the memory, the smell of cum on her fingers sent something shooting down her spine, down her legs and out through the tip of her toes. Her pussy was wet, but not from the shower. It was something she had come to accept, and something she was comfortable with. Lucy Vale… sex addict.
Lucy smiled to herself as she turned the taps off and let the last rivulets of water run down her body. She slid a solitary finger inside her pussy once more, drove it deep down to the knuckle, and pulled it out. She opened her mouth, and put the finger against her tongue, tasting the sex.
She wanted to fuck again, and soon. The addiction had returned…
But first, there was an interview to go to.
9:55am. Jen sat in the chair in the back office, going over Lucy Vale’s resume one more time. She had enough experience, in the right roles – but the way she had sounded on the phone was a little concerning. Too fancy free, Jen thought. Not enough discipline in her voice.
There was a knock on the door, and the receptionist, Lilly poked her head in. Demure, quiet, and professional, Lilly was a small Asian girl with long black hair and freckled forehead. She wore a crisp white shirt and a knee length skirt with stockings. A pair of tall blue heels made her a couple of inches taller, and they extenuated her strong, stout legs. On weekends, Lilly played social netball with some of her girlfriends. She was short, but fast. Clinical. Much like her receptional work.
‘Miss Bloom? A Lucy Vale is here to see you’. Lilly’s voice was clipped with a barely noticeable Vietnamese accent.
Jen smiled politely. ‘Thank you, Lilly. Send her in’.
Well, at least Miss Vale was on time. That was definitely a good start.
Sitting in one of the two waiting chairs outside, Lucy Vale double checked her makeup one more time. The traces of last night’s debauchery were gone, and she thought she looked reasonably professional. Maybe a little too much blush on the cheekbones, but not a big deal. Satisfied, Lucy snapped the mirror shut, dropped it in her purse, and glanced up at the cute guy she’d noticed before when she’d walked into the building. He was sitting at his cubicle, headset on, his sales conversation animated and assured. He caught Lucy’s eyes with his and flashed her a smile. Sexy. Seductive. She smiled back and leaned forward a little, pushing her breasts together a little with her arms. The low cut blouse she was wearing showed up her cleavage nicely. She could feel her heavy tits press tightly against the fabric of her bra and it felt good. Her nipples began to harden and she realised her was horny yet again.
The cute guy’s smile grew larger as his eyes were drawn towards Lucy’s chest. Still making the sale, he turned his chair towards her, his legs opening slightly. Against the dark fabric of his suit pants Lucy could see the outline of what looked like a thick, hardening cock. A tiny, almost involuntary gasp escaped Lucy’s red lips and they parted slightly, her impending interview retreating to the back of her mind. The cute guy’s hand came down to the bulge and he ran his palm alongside the straining shaft, all the while keeping his eyes firmly locked with hers.
‘Sure, Mr. Wilson. We could probably do $80 a week. It depends on how bad you want it…’
The cute guy said the last few words with deliberate husk and the intensity of his stare gave Lucy a hot flush which she felt travel through her body and gather at her fingertips. She did a quick look around the room, then, satisfied no-one else was watching, slowly parted her own legs so the cute guy could get a glimpse of the lacy red panties she was wearing. A small area of wetness stained the material. The cute guy’s tongue seemed to swirl in his cheeks as his hand firmly massaged his cock, which seemed fully hard now, and massive. Lucy badly wanted to taste it.
She looked back to the cute guy, brought her finger to her mouth, and slowly sucked it. Then, her legs opening wider, she took the finger down to the side of her panties, hooked it beneath the fabric, and pulled it to one side. Her perfectly shaved pussy glistened with moistness and Lucy could feel the heat emanating from her opening. The cute guy’s eyes were wide and gleaming with lust, his conversation on the headset becoming tinged with entendre.
‘Mr. Wilson, you need to think hard about this.. How.. deep.. do you want to go? We can go slow, or we can go fast… it’s up to you..’
Fuck me, Lucy thought.
‘Miss.. Miss Vale?’
Lucy whisked her hand from between her legs and snapped them shut. She looked up, her face reddening. The receptionist was looking down at her from the open office door slightly quizzically.
‘Um.. yes?’
‘Ms Bloom will see you.. she’ll see you now’
‘Oh, ok. Thanks’
The receptionist, a tiny Asian girl, smiled awkwardly at her and stepped aside. Lucy stood up, fully aware her pussy was still moist and hot, and smiled back at the receptionist. Had she seen her hand down there? Oh well…
Lucy quickly glanced back at the cute guy, who had swung his chair back into position, and paid her no attention. Maybe he came in his pants, she thought. That would explain the sudden lack of interest…
With her pussy dripping, and the receptionist’s curious eyes still upon her, she stepped inside Jen Bloom’s office.
Jason sat back in his chair and ended the call. He removed his headset and scratched his head. He hadn’t made the sale, but something better had transpired. He looked towards Jen’s office just as the random woman he’d basically fucked from across the room stepped inside. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. She’s shown him her wet pussy. It was perfect, from what he could tell. His cock was still so goddamn hard, he thought it was going to explode again. What a goddamn tease. He wanted so badly to get off the chair, walk across the room, straight into Jen’s office, and sit that girl down on his 10 inch cock. He wanted to bounce her up and down, rip her blouse open, suck on her tits…
Then, with Jen sitting there in total disbelief, he would bend the girl over Jen’s desk and fuck her ass. Make her squeal, make her cum. Once Jen was nice and wet from watching, he’d fuck her too. Cum on both of them when he was finished. Get them to lick it off each other’s tits and then eat each other out while he would jerk off, then fuck them both again.
That’s what he would dream about tonight. One day, though, it would happen. He was sure of it.
Jason sighed and put his headset back on. Back to work.
Jen Bloom looked up from her desk as Lucy Vale walked through the door. A leggy brunette, Lucy was tall, with shoulder length hair which was knotted and slung to one side, big brown eyes with a heavy smoke of mascara extenuating their fullness, and a low cut white blouse which showed off some perky C-Cup breasts. She had strong legs underneath a black pencil skirt, and a pair of distinctive blue stilettos. Jen’s mind inadvertently swung towards the masturbation session she had had last night, with Lucy’s face and figure reminding her a little of the girl from her fantasy.
******She bit her lip as the imaginary tongue flicked up and she saw the eyes, deep brown ones, and realised that the tongue belonged to not a man, not Jason, but the reporter on the news. Soft, feminine lips would suckle at the folds of Jen’s pussy, her hand still gripping the dildo as the first wave of climax came..*****
Jen swallowed and smiled up at Lucy Vale, pushing the fantasy aside. This was time to be professional, not worry about the pleasure that came from another woman’s tongue.
‘Hello, Miss Vale. Please, take a seat’.
Lucy Vale sat in the chair across from Jen Bloom and sized her up. Mid to late 30s, professional, well presented. A well-fitting suit jacket and black button down shirt wrapped around what looked like heavy D-cup breasts. A long mane of golden hair wrapped in a tight bun sat on top of a pleasant face with pale blue eyes and long lashes. Thick red lipstick covered ample lips which Lucy knew had sucked a fair amount of cock in their time, but maybe not for a little while. Their eyes met as Lucy sat and she smiled courteously back at Miss Bloom.
‘Thank you’.
Jen felt the strange sensation of judgement when there should have been no reason for it. This young girl, who she was about to interview for a job, seemed to be looking her up and down, drinking in her form and figure. It was an odd feeling which, despite herself, Jen realised she was enjoying.
‘Well, Miss Vale. I’ve been looking over your resume here and you seem to be well suited to one of our sales positions. I’ve just got a few extra questions for you’
‘That’s fine’. Lucy smiled sweetly.
‘Great. First up… why are you interested in working with us here at Bloom’s Insurance?’
Lucy answered all the questions well, her confidence strong. Her brown eyes never wavered from Jen, who found it all a little unnerving. Where did this young girl find the self assurance? Maybe it was the great body she had…
Again, despite herself, Jen’s mind floated back to her fantasy… But this time it was Lucy Vale in the bedroom…
******Lucy leaned back and in her mind Jen could see her tits, round and supple, nipples small and brown and perfect, ready to be sucked. . Jen arched her back in ecstasy as Lucy Vale began to fuck her with the toy, pushing it in deep, pulling out almost the whole way, then pushing back inside her soaking pussy, the fleshy walls sucking at the dark rubber…******
‘Miss Bloom?’
Lucy’s voice cut through the smoky haze of Jen’s fantasy like a knife.
‘Oh, yes?’
‘Are you ok? You seemed to drift off there for a second..’
‘Oh, did I? I’m sorry, Miss Vale. I must be tired’
Lucy Vale bit her lip. ‘Are you sure? Do you need some water?’
‘No, no. I’m fine. Thank you for coming in, Miss Vale. I think that should be enough’
Lucy smiled once more at Jen. ‘Thanks! Pleasure to meet you’
Lucy stood up and flashed Jen one more look of seductive confidence. Then she turned, she butt wiggling magnificently as Jen’s eyes followed her out the room.
Jen sat back in her chair for a moment. What was happening? She had fantasised about another women yet again.. mid-job interview…
Obviously, Lucy was a great candidate. She definitely had a strong chance of being hired.
And boy, did she moisten Jen’s pussy.
Lucy Vale stepped out of the office, her senses tingling. It felt like her skin was on fire, her fingertips full of lightning. Not only had she blitzed the interview, but she was pretty sure that woman had wanted to fuck her. Ok, maybe she was just overly horny today, but there was something about her..
Suddenly, she felt a hand around her waist and a strong arm pull her around the corner of the wall. She back slammed into it and she was suddenly face to face with the cute guy from before.
‘Hey – ‘ her word of protest was stopped by a finger against her lips.
‘I know you want to fuck me’, the cute guy said, his other hand still around her waist. ‘I saw your pussy… it was soaking wet’. He slowly moved his hand around to the front of her thigh, just under the skirt.
‘You’re crazy…’ Lucy heard herself say, but despite the words she found herself pushing herself into the cute guy. She could feel the hardening meat of his cock against her leg and her breathing stiffened.
‘I’m going to fuck you right here.. against the wall’, the cute guy said, leaning in to say the words against her ear. His teeth grazed her neck as his hand beneath the skirt crept an inch closer to the center.
‘We.. we can’t.. what if someone sees..’ but her legs were already parting, the cute guy’s fingers finding the edge of her panties and slipping underneath. Her own hand found his chest and traveled downwards, resting on the top of his belt buckle.
‘No-one is going to notice.. I’m going to fuck you real slow.. quiet.. so we won’t get caught..’
Lucy gasped as the cute guy’s fingertips brushed across the crevasse of her pussy. It was warm and sticky, pulsating and ready. Her own finger found the cute guy’s zip and pulled it down.
‘That’s it baby.. I’m already hard for you… Mmm and you’re already wet..’
The cute guy’s finger slipped in between the folds of Lucy’s pussy lips as his other hand when to her mouth, a moan squashed against his palm. The finger dipped and curled within the warm wetness, his thumb finding the top of her clit and slowly circling the fleshy nub. Lucy went weak at the knees as a second finger pushed slowly inside her, squelching softly against her slick vaginal walls.
‘Oh god..’ Lucy’s whisper was hoarse and her hand reached inside and found the cute guy’s cock, thick and hard. She folded her fingers over the shaft and pumped it slowly, her inner thigh catching the tip and leaving a stick trail of pre-cum against her skin.
‘Mmm baby.. you little slut… you love cock, don’t you?’
‘Mmm yes baby… you are so big…’
‘You want me to fuck you?’
‘Yes… fuck me.. fuck me deep…’
The cute guy put both hands around Lucy’s waist and lifted her up against the wall. He moved them down to her butt and spread her cheeks wide, his cock poised at the entrance of Lucy’s pussy. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in, her pussy lips parting as the cute guy’s enormous meat slid between them. A deep moan rattled through the cute guy as he fitted himself all inside, Lucy’s pussy tight and small around the huge member. He held her there for a moment, their eyes locked, breath heavy, the juices running down their legs. Then, slowly and methodically, he began to fuck her, sliding in and out, each thrust slow but deep, his hands squeezing the flesh of her ass with each thrust. Their hips worked together, hers came to meet his and her lips found his neck and ear. He pulled back on her hair and bit the bottom of her lip, Lucy’s own climax shaking her body. A hand went to her mouth and she screamed into it.
‘Yesss.. cum for me baby.. Oh shit… I’m gonna.. I’m gonna cum…’
With one final, deep thrust the cute guy emptied his hot load into Lucy’s pussy, which already dripped with her own juices. The cute guy came in a single wave, his body shaking as the creamy liquid spilled out of Lucy’s pussy and onto the office carpet below. He held her there for another moment, his cock softening, his fingers still squeezing the soft flesh of her ass cheek. Eventually he lowered her down and kissed her on the forehead. She stood there, a little embarrassed, pulling her panties back on.
‘Your zip..’ She reached down and zipped him up. He smiled down at her. ‘Thanks’.
He began to walk away.
‘Wait!’ Lucy said, half giggling. ‘What’s your name, cute guy?’
‘Jason’ he said, smiling. There was a pause, and then: ‘Did you get the job?’
Lucy laughed.
‘I hope so’ she said.
Jen Bloom saw a few more candidates for the job, but she was flustered. Lucy Vale had swished into her office like some alluring black cat, stretched her tail and left a growing heat between Jen’s legs. Jen had wanted to sneak out into the bathroom, sit on the toilet seat, spread her thighs and imagine Lucy’s quick-witted tongue sliding between the moist folds of her pussy. She imagined Lucy’s tongue finding her clit, flicking across it and swirling around its edges, all the while locking her big brown eyes with Jen’s. She imagined a cheeky smile from Lucy as a finger would slowly find the soft slit between Jen’s legs, slipping inside the wetness easily and fucking her with it deep, right there on the bathroom floor.
But alas, the other candidates had to be assessed, and simultaneously rejected – in her mind at least. Lucy had the job, there was no way around that. Not only did she turn Jen on like a 16 year old girl finding her special spot for the first time, but she was also more than qualified.
By 3pm, Jen was itching for a drink. She’d done all the interviews, and she needed a break. Maybe she could knock off early? She was the boss, after all. Go to the quiet pub around the corner for a quick vodka tonic..
She made the decision, grabbed her coat, and headed out onto the sales floor. She waved goodbye to the team, noticing Jason who looked very pleased with himself for some reason – a big sale, perhaps? – and walked out into the cool Autumn air.
She knew a little pub around the corner which was usually pretty quiet, and she headed there briskly, increasingly desperate for alcohol. She need stimulation – if it wasn’t sex, it would have to be booze.
‘O’Malley’s’ wasn’t as empty as she thought it would be – the bar was semi-full with a couple of Asian businessmen, an older guy and two fat English tourists, speaking loudly in their native Liverpudlian tones. She went up to the bar and ordered a Vodka soda from the bored looking bartender, who obliged with little enthusiasm, although she thought that he was checking her out slightly. His gaze lingered a little too long on Jen’s cleavage as he gave her the drink, and she smiled to herself as she took a sip. If only he wasn’t 50 and overweight. She would have fucked him in the back room if he was slightly more attractive. And if she was bold enough. Why wasn’t she bold enough?
The first warm feeling of the vodka hit her tongue and slid back her throat. She closed her eyes and let the tingling spread through her body. She needed that. Her eyes opened lazily and she felt good, getting a little drunk at 3pm on a Tuesday seemed to be the way to go. She’d still prefer Lucy Vale between her legs though.
Across the room by the pool table, bored and waiting for his turn, Brad Jackson saw the blonde at the bar. She was older, sure – but damn, was she well put together. Nice ass, a little big but very shapely, and great tits, from what he could from the woman’s profile. He tapped his buddy Craig on the shoulder, who was about to take his shot, and he looked up perturbed.
‘What are you doing man? Just cause you’re losing..’
‘Check out the blonde at the bar’, Brad said, motioning in that direction.
Craig looked up for a moment, then whistled.
‘Damn, she’s fine! Old, but fine!’
The third buddy, Rick Stone, emerged from the bathroom, only now just zipping up.
‘What are you dicks gawking at?’ he said, and then he saw. ‘Whoa’.
Jen was onto her second Vodka soda when she noticed the three college kids approaching. They were athletic, full of 3pm beer, and a lot of young swagger.
‘Hi’. The first one, a big shouldered blonde guy, swung into the seat next to her. ‘Do you mind if my buddies and I buy you a drink?’
Jen looked around at the other two. One was a little short, but muscly, with a short hair-cut and clean shaved. The other was tall, dark, and gorgeous.
‘Um.. sure..’ Jen didn’t know if this was a good idea, was she was a little drunk.
‘Great! I’m Brad, by the way. That’s Craig, and the short one is Rick’
‘I make up for it any other areas’ said Rick, who winked at her. Jen giggled despite herself.
‘I’m drinking Vodka.. not sure if you high school kids have heard of it..’
Brad laughed. ‘We’re in college, actually. Second year. We all study bio-mechanics. Except Rick’
‘Oh, wow. That’s impressive’. She turned to Rick. ‘What do you study?’
‘Girls’, he said, with a cheeky grin. Jen giggled again. ‘So you’re the funny one..’
Craig, the tall handsome one, sat in the chair on the other side of her. ‘So what do you do?’
She turned to him, thinking vaguely that she was a little too close. ‘I’m in marketing… big girl stuff’
‘So you’re the boss?’ he was smiling at her and tingles raced across her skin like lightning. She leaned forward a little, their faces close, her tits feeling like weapons. Craig's eyes drifted down towards them.
‘I’m the boss… I make the rules… I decide who’s good.. and who’s been…’ she whispered the next word as seductively as she could… ‘naughty’.
Craig looked a little stunned as Jen leaned back in her chair, Brad and Rick both silent as the drunken words took a few seconds to sink in. Rick came up close behind though and put his hands on the back of her chair. ‘So.. how do you decide who’s naughty?’
Jen spun the chair and faced him. She reached round to his ass, grabbed his cheeks and pulled his crotch towards her face. It was time to be bold, alright.
‘I need to taste them first…’
The bartender had seen enough. ‘Listen, lady. You need to find a hotel or a car or a park bench or whatever. You can’t be making a scene like this in here’.
Jen let go of Rick’s tight butt and spun back around. Rick stumbled back a couple of steps, a growing hard-on visible beneath his jeans. Craig and Brad looked at each other, half gobsmacked, half excited. Brad broke the silence.
‘Uh.. would you like a tour of our dorm? It’s right around the corner..’
Jen gulped the last of her vodka.
‘Let’s go’, she said.
Sitting at her Macassar Ebony desk in the back office, a small pile of resumes sat neatly in front of her. These were the final few, ready to be interviewed. All but one would be culled, and the cut-throat nature of it stirred something inside Jen. She loved the competition of work, the accolades of performing well, and the power that came from being at the top. She knew she was a good boss: her team looked up to her, almost like a mother, and held her in high regard. She was their teacher, their fearless leader. Sure, her personal life had taken a back seat over the last 12 months, but it had all been worth it. Her work life was all that mattered.
Jen picked up the first resume and found the phone number on the top. Harry Hume. 45. Hmmm. A tad older than Jen would have liked. But the experience was there.
Jen picked up her custom Gigaset Sculpture phone handset and dialed the contact number for Harry Hume. It rang once, twice, three times. Four. On the fifth Jen disconnected the call. No time for time wasters here, she thought. She shifted Hume' resume to the bottom of the pile and cast her bright hazel eyes over the next one.
Lucy Vale. 23. Past call centre insurance, past sales experience. Maybe a little young, unlike Mr Hume. But that wasn’t a deal breaker.
Jen picked up the phone and dialed Lucy Vale’s number. No photo on the resume of course – that would compromise the whole process. But to Jen, appearance was important. Even if the client didn’t see who they were to on the phone, it still filtered down the line. You could hear attractiveness, in her opinion.
A couple of rings, and then a young, bubbly voice.
‘Hello, Lucy speaking’
‘Hi, Lucy. This is Jen Bloom, from Bloom Insurance. How are you today?’
Jen’s voice was assured, but friendly.
‘Oh, hi! I’m good, and you?’
‘Very well, thanks. I’ve just been going over your application here, and I’d love to have you in for an interview’.
‘Oh, great!’
‘Would you be free tomorrow at 10am?’
‘Sure! I’m free’
‘Fantastic. I’ll book you in then’
‘Sounds good!’
‘Do you know where we are located?’
‘Yes, I do. Herbert Street, right?’
“Yes, that’s right. Just come up right to reception and they’ll look after you’
‘Ok, I will! Thanks so much’
‘No problem, see you tomorrow’
‘Ok! Bye!’
The phone went dead and Jen put the receiver down.
Hmm. Not sure about that one, she thought. A little over-eager, perhaps.
Jen didn’t like to judge people too quickly, and it was a trait she knew was part of her personality. But she couldn’t help thinking that Lucy Vale didn’t sound like she should be selling insurance. Just didn’t have that professional tone.
After a few more calls, Jen had five interviews lined up for tomorrow. It was going to be a big day.
She checked the Vivanti wristwatch on her wrist. Small diamonds on the edge caught the light as the hands ticked past 5pm. Time to go.
Jen gathered her things and stepped out into the main room, where four of the team were still busily selling. They would be there till 8pm. Long hours, but they were paid well.
The team looked up as she walked by and she gave them a wave, mouthing ‘See you’.
Jason, 30, winked at her as she passed. He was an attractive enough guy – tall, and dark, but not really Jen’s type. She smiled regardless as she walked through the exit.
Jason watched Jen disappear through the door with a burgeoning erection. The client yammering away through his headset faded into a blur as he followed the wiggle of Jen’s backside, perfect calves leading down to a pair of tall black heels. What he wouldn’t do to fuck his boss, he thought. The notion excited him like nothing else. She was the classiest woman he knew. Professional, rich, sexy.. unattached. Those short skirts, the thick rimmed black glasses, her long brown hair rolled into a tight bun... Those tits. Those gorgeous, bra-less tits. What he wouldn't do...
He started to imagine walking into her office, she looking up at him curiously as he shuts the door behind him. He would approach the desk.
‘Stand up’. He would say. ‘Jason - ‘ but a finger would be on her sweet mouth before she could finish the protest. She would look at him with curious submission as she stands, slowly, his finger still pressed against her lips. He would lean in, take her head in his hands, and kiss her, softly and slowly, her lips parting as his tongue would find hers, a small gaspy exhale coming from her mouth as her body begins to fold into his from across the desk. He had imagined, many times, his fingers trailing down the nape of her neck, finding the buttons on her blouse, and unbuttoning each one by one. Her breasts would spill out, heavy, from beneath the blouse, and his fingers would play with the nipples until they were hard. He imagined taking the nipple in between his lips and sucking gently, cupping the breast in his hand and squeezing, warm beneath his fingers. He could see himself going around behind Jen, bending her over the desk, rolling up her skirt, pushing her panties aside and finding the wetness of her opening, pushing his cock inside her slowly, her breath catching in her throat as she feels him penetrate her deeply. He would fuck her in the office, her tits free and swinging, his hands spreading her perfect ass cheeks wide, her pussy clenching around his cock with each deep push. He would lean into her, bite her neck just enough to leave a mark, and then cum. She would gasp and protest for a moment but push back, wanting to feel his dick large and deep as it would shudder and spasm inside her. He would pull out and she would turn, get on her knees, and slide his softening member into her mouth, cleaning it. She would suck his cock until he was hard enough to fuck her again, because that is what she would want, to be fucked again and again in that little office, his cum dripping warmly down her thighs and pooling on the floor around her expensive heels. Then she would ride him as he sat in her chair, her hips working up and down like a piston, her guttural moans reverberating against the wood-panelled walls. He would spit in her asshole, spread her cheeks wide and fuck her ass, too, because she would want her fingers in her pussy and a dick in her ass. And she would cum, all over his cock, all over his face, all over his…
Jason’s cock spasmed in his pants and he was suddenly brought back to reality.
‘Hello? Hello?’ The client was still there…
Jen sat back in her white Frizzo leather couch and sipped on a 2014 bottle of Penfolds Grange red. The flat screen TV hummed quietly in the background as flashes of white and blue flickered across the room. She glanced up from her laptop screen to the TV – the news, some young reporter, bright red lips and hazel eyes. Looked a little like herself, Jen thought, only younger. Back when she was partying her way across town… enjoying herself. Having fun. Those were the days. Long gone now. Did she miss them? Maybe a little. She did miss the sensations that sex brought, the feeling of climax, the naked, slippery aftermath. Cuddling until the morning broke. Those things, sometimes she hankered for. She bit her lip and looked towards her bedroom door down the hall. She hadn’t masturbated for awhile.. and she did have a toy in the drawer. Why was she suddenly horny? Was it the wine? Her bare legs against the leather couch? Her breasts suddenly felt sensitive, the material of her negligée a stimulant against the tip of her nipples. Cool air from the open window seemed to flow over the curves of her body. She took another sip of wine and the wink that Jason had given her earlier slipped into her mind. He was a good looking guy… She wondered how big his cock was.
She looked towards the bedroom door again. Why did she feel so guilty? She was allowed to play with herself when she wanted to. Her pussy needed some attention…
Fuck it. She slid off the couch, the wine in her hand, and went towards her room. She pushed open the door. Her room was large, and luxurious. A four poster bed, with a velvet bedhead and bamboo Lyocell sheets sat in the middle. She sat on the bed and leaned over to the set of drawers. She opened the top one, rummaged around, and pulled out the toy.
Even touching the cool rubber seemed to excite her. She felt her nipples harden as her fingers gripped the long black shaft. In the gloomy moonlight the dildo seemed like some sort of magical staff, about to perform a feat of supernatural wonder.
Jen lay back on the bed, the toy in her left hand. She touched her leg lightly with her right, enjoying the touch. Goosebumps spread over her skin as her fingers trailed up the inside of her thigh. Her legs opened slightly and her index finger slowly traced upwards. She was already wet and a small moan escaped Jen’s lips as her finger slowly slipped in between the folds. She closed her eyes and imagined a tongue slowly trailing up her inner thigh, teasing a path across the smoothness of her skin. Phantom hands were opening her legs wider and the tongue began to explore. Her own finger burrowed inside the wetness and she moaned again, before slowly pulling out. Her pussy sucked at the retreating finger, and her hips rose slightly off the bed to meet its downward entry. Jen’s breath was quick as she began to fuck herself now, imagining the fingers of another penetrating her deeply. Her thumb found her clitoris and she circled it quickly, her wetness starting to run down between her legs and soak into the Lyocell sheets. She bit her lip as an imaginary tongue flicked up and she saw the eyes, deep brown ones, and realised that the tongue belonged to not a man, not Jason, but the reporter on the news. She didn’t know why the girl was there, but she let the apparition take over. Soft, feminine lips would suckle at the folds of Jen’s pussy, her hand still gripping the dildo as the first wave of climax came.
‘Eat me…’ She whispered hoarsely to the dark, and the imaginary girl used her tongue and finger to explore Jen’s pussy. The girl leaned back and in her mind Jen could see the girl’s breasts, round and supple, nipples small and brown and perfect, ready to be sucked. The toy came down and up and slid into Jen’s opening, the head pushing past her swollen pussy lips and filling her with length and width. Jen arched her back in ecstasy as the brown-eyes girl began to fuck her with the toy, pushing it in deep, pulling out almost the whole way, then thrusting back in again, fleshy walls sucking at the dildo's dark rubber shaft. Jen fucked herself hard, her legs open and lifted, her ass cheeks high off the mattress, toes digging in. Her voice was caught in the bottom of her throat as she began to cum violently, a low guttural grown emanating from within which shook the room. Her body spasmed as the waves of pleasure rolled up from her feet to her spine, her fingertips clawing at the sheets. The toy was pushed as far as it could go inside her, and Jen’s legs suddenly squeezed together, tightening her pussy’s hold on the member. She could see the deep eyes of the girl flicker with satisfaction as the last climax rolled through the older woman’s body, like the final rumble of thunder before a rainstorm, her body tight with the pleasure that rolled over her. The hum of orgasm stayed with her for a moment and then began to fade, deliciously slow and reluctant. Her breathing deep, she sprawled exhausted on the bed, more aware of her own body than she had been in years, the hotness between her legs still burning low like embers in a recently reignited fire. As the darkness of the room returned, and her reality was restored, Jen’s mind let go of the fantasy. Her heart was still pumping though as she realised…
The girl… not real, but still...
The girl had just made her cum.
Lucy Vale woke to her alarm clock. She rolled over onto her back and groaned. Her head felt like an elephant marching band had torn through during the night, and her mouth tasted like an ashtray. She rolled back onto her side and forced an eye open. 8:30am. Time to get up.
Maybe she shouldn’t have accepted Megan’s invitation to have a couple of drinks last night. It seemed that a couple of drinks always turned into ten, which also didn’t help the ever expanding hole in her back pocket. Man, was she poor. The last dregs of her savings were all but gone. Definitely time for a job…
Lucy stumbled her way into the bathroom, flicked on the light and checked herself out in the mirror. A thick smudge of mascara camped across the top of her cheeks, and red lipstick had migrated down from her mouth to her chin. Other than that, she looked great.
She sighed, pulled her dress and panties off, and stepped into the shower. Steam quickly filled the room as she felt the jets of warm water hit her shoulders and wet her hair. She massaged some shampoo into her scalp as she tried to retrieve the pieces from last night. Where had they ended up? She could remember the beginning. The text from Megan. The noisy bar, the cocktails.. the looks from the cute guys in the corner, all suits and smiles. Then they left… with them? Yes, she thought so. She remembered one of them putting on a hand on her waist as they walked down towards the club, then more drinks… dancing… the cute guy pulling her into him, kissing her.. his hands creeping up the back of her legs, finding the half-moon of her ass.. squeezing…
Then what? Did they stay at that same club? Did they move on? Lucy’s memory went hazy as she squirted some liquid soap into her hands. She rubbed it on her arms, her neck, shoulder, her breasts. She glanced down at them as the white foam slithered downwards, hanging momentarily from each nipple before joining the falling water to the tiles below. Damn, she thought. Sometimes she forgot how perky they were.
And then suddenly, she remembered.
In the club bathroom… the cute guy… pushing her against the stall door. His tongue on her neck, teeth on her skin, the hot whisper of his breath… The music pumping in the background as her fingers found his belt buckle, fumbling for the clasp… Dropping to her knees as the cute guy’s cock sprang free, Lucy’s hand enveloping the shaft, jerking it into hardness.. Her tongue tasting his precum and sliding his cock in between her lips.. His gasp, and the forward motion of his hips into Lucy’s mouth.. Sucking, slurping on his dick, her other hand sliding in between her legs, finding her clit… Standing up on wobbling heels, pulling her underwear down to her ankles, looking into the cute guy’s eyes, an animalistic glint of lust.. The cute guy grabbing her with one arm around the waist, one hand under her ass.. strong arms lifting her up, her back against the wall.. him positioning his cock against the opening to her slippery pussy, her fingers clawing at his back.. the ragged whisper in his ear.. ‘Fuck me…’
He had sunk his cock deep inside, long and hard, filling her, and he had fucked her against the bathroom stall. A fistful of her brunette hair between his fingers as he pulled her mouth to his and pushed his tongue between her teeth, her buttocks against the plastic wall of the stall as he thrust into her, her legs wrapped around his waist…
‘Ohhh fuck… fuck me.. fuck me..’
She could remember the ritualistic chant, her voice sounded foreign, the words were not hers, surely… but they had been, her nails had sunk into his skin, and she had let him cum inside her.
She had let him cum.
Now, standing in the shower, her memory returning like a forgotten dream, Lucy’s fingers went to her opening. She spread the lips and arched a finger inside, feeling for any of the cute guy’s cum. Probably a little late now, she conceded, as her finger found a sticky remnant within the walls of her pussy. She scooped the small gloop of snowy liquid out from between her legs, and flicked it onto the shower tiles. She looked at it with a little morbid curiosity, keeping her distance perhaps, before it mixed with the soapy water and swirled, gurgling down the drain. Lucy realised how heavy her breathing had become, and also how firm the nipples on her breasts were. Despite the seediness of the memory, the smell of cum on her fingers sent something shooting down her spine, down her legs and out through the tip of her toes. Her pussy was wet, but not from the shower. It was something she had come to accept, and something she was comfortable with. Lucy Vale… sex addict.
Lucy smiled to herself as she turned the taps off and let the last rivulets of water run down her body. She slid a solitary finger inside her pussy once more, drove it deep down to the knuckle, and pulled it out. She opened her mouth, and put the finger against her tongue, tasting the sex.
She wanted to fuck again, and soon. The addiction had returned…
But first, there was an interview to go to.
9:55am. Jen sat in the chair in the back office, going over Lucy Vale’s resume one more time. She had enough experience, in the right roles – but the way she had sounded on the phone was a little concerning. Too fancy free, Jen thought. Not enough discipline in her voice.
There was a knock on the door, and the receptionist, Lilly poked her head in. Demure, quiet, and professional, Lilly was a small Asian girl with long black hair and freckled forehead. She wore a crisp white shirt and a knee length skirt with stockings. A pair of tall blue heels made her a couple of inches taller, and they extenuated her strong, stout legs. On weekends, Lilly played social netball with some of her girlfriends. She was short, but fast. Clinical. Much like her receptional work.
‘Miss Bloom? A Lucy Vale is here to see you’. Lilly’s voice was clipped with a barely noticeable Vietnamese accent.
Jen smiled politely. ‘Thank you, Lilly. Send her in’.
Well, at least Miss Vale was on time. That was definitely a good start.
Sitting in one of the two waiting chairs outside, Lucy Vale double checked her makeup one more time. The traces of last night’s debauchery were gone, and she thought she looked reasonably professional. Maybe a little too much blush on the cheekbones, but not a big deal. Satisfied, Lucy snapped the mirror shut, dropped it in her purse, and glanced up at the cute guy she’d noticed before when she’d walked into the building. He was sitting at his cubicle, headset on, his sales conversation animated and assured. He caught Lucy’s eyes with his and flashed her a smile. Sexy. Seductive. She smiled back and leaned forward a little, pushing her breasts together a little with her arms. The low cut blouse she was wearing showed up her cleavage nicely. She could feel her heavy tits press tightly against the fabric of her bra and it felt good. Her nipples began to harden and she realised her was horny yet again.
The cute guy’s smile grew larger as his eyes were drawn towards Lucy’s chest. Still making the sale, he turned his chair towards her, his legs opening slightly. Against the dark fabric of his suit pants Lucy could see the outline of what looked like a thick, hardening cock. A tiny, almost involuntary gasp escaped Lucy’s red lips and they parted slightly, her impending interview retreating to the back of her mind. The cute guy’s hand came down to the bulge and he ran his palm alongside the straining shaft, all the while keeping his eyes firmly locked with hers.
‘Sure, Mr. Wilson. We could probably do $80 a week. It depends on how bad you want it…’
The cute guy said the last few words with deliberate husk and the intensity of his stare gave Lucy a hot flush which she felt travel through her body and gather at her fingertips. She did a quick look around the room, then, satisfied no-one else was watching, slowly parted her own legs so the cute guy could get a glimpse of the lacy red panties she was wearing. A small area of wetness stained the material. The cute guy’s tongue seemed to swirl in his cheeks as his hand firmly massaged his cock, which seemed fully hard now, and massive. Lucy badly wanted to taste it.
She looked back to the cute guy, brought her finger to her mouth, and slowly sucked it. Then, her legs opening wider, she took the finger down to the side of her panties, hooked it beneath the fabric, and pulled it to one side. Her perfectly shaved pussy glistened with moistness and Lucy could feel the heat emanating from her opening. The cute guy’s eyes were wide and gleaming with lust, his conversation on the headset becoming tinged with entendre.
‘Mr. Wilson, you need to think hard about this.. How.. deep.. do you want to go? We can go slow, or we can go fast… it’s up to you..’
Fuck me, Lucy thought.
‘Miss.. Miss Vale?’
Lucy whisked her hand from between her legs and snapped them shut. She looked up, her face reddening. The receptionist was looking down at her from the open office door slightly quizzically.
‘Um.. yes?’
‘Ms Bloom will see you.. she’ll see you now’
‘Oh, ok. Thanks’
The receptionist, a tiny Asian girl, smiled awkwardly at her and stepped aside. Lucy stood up, fully aware her pussy was still moist and hot, and smiled back at the receptionist. Had she seen her hand down there? Oh well…
Lucy quickly glanced back at the cute guy, who had swung his chair back into position, and paid her no attention. Maybe he came in his pants, she thought. That would explain the sudden lack of interest…
With her pussy dripping, and the receptionist’s curious eyes still upon her, she stepped inside Jen Bloom’s office.
Jason sat back in his chair and ended the call. He removed his headset and scratched his head. He hadn’t made the sale, but something better had transpired. He looked towards Jen’s office just as the random woman he’d basically fucked from across the room stepped inside. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. She’s shown him her wet pussy. It was perfect, from what he could tell. His cock was still so goddamn hard, he thought it was going to explode again. What a goddamn tease. He wanted so badly to get off the chair, walk across the room, straight into Jen’s office, and sit that girl down on his 10 inch cock. He wanted to bounce her up and down, rip her blouse open, suck on her tits…
Then, with Jen sitting there in total disbelief, he would bend the girl over Jen’s desk and fuck her ass. Make her squeal, make her cum. Once Jen was nice and wet from watching, he’d fuck her too. Cum on both of them when he was finished. Get them to lick it off each other’s tits and then eat each other out while he would jerk off, then fuck them both again.
That’s what he would dream about tonight. One day, though, it would happen. He was sure of it.
Jason sighed and put his headset back on. Back to work.
Jen Bloom looked up from her desk as Lucy Vale walked through the door. A leggy brunette, Lucy was tall, with shoulder length hair which was knotted and slung to one side, big brown eyes with a heavy smoke of mascara extenuating their fullness, and a low cut white blouse which showed off some perky C-Cup breasts. She had strong legs underneath a black pencil skirt, and a pair of distinctive blue stilettos. Jen’s mind inadvertently swung towards the masturbation session she had had last night, with Lucy’s face and figure reminding her a little of the girl from her fantasy.
******She bit her lip as the imaginary tongue flicked up and she saw the eyes, deep brown ones, and realised that the tongue belonged to not a man, not Jason, but the reporter on the news. Soft, feminine lips would suckle at the folds of Jen’s pussy, her hand still gripping the dildo as the first wave of climax came..*****
Jen swallowed and smiled up at Lucy Vale, pushing the fantasy aside. This was time to be professional, not worry about the pleasure that came from another woman’s tongue.
‘Hello, Miss Vale. Please, take a seat’.
Lucy Vale sat in the chair across from Jen Bloom and sized her up. Mid to late 30s, professional, well presented. A well-fitting suit jacket and black button down shirt wrapped around what looked like heavy D-cup breasts. A long mane of golden hair wrapped in a tight bun sat on top of a pleasant face with pale blue eyes and long lashes. Thick red lipstick covered ample lips which Lucy knew had sucked a fair amount of cock in their time, but maybe not for a little while. Their eyes met as Lucy sat and she smiled courteously back at Miss Bloom.
‘Thank you’.
Jen felt the strange sensation of judgement when there should have been no reason for it. This young girl, who she was about to interview for a job, seemed to be looking her up and down, drinking in her form and figure. It was an odd feeling which, despite herself, Jen realised she was enjoying.
‘Well, Miss Vale. I’ve been looking over your resume here and you seem to be well suited to one of our sales positions. I’ve just got a few extra questions for you’
‘That’s fine’. Lucy smiled sweetly.
‘Great. First up… why are you interested in working with us here at Bloom’s Insurance?’
Lucy answered all the questions well, her confidence strong. Her brown eyes never wavered from Jen, who found it all a little unnerving. Where did this young girl find the self assurance? Maybe it was the great body she had…
Again, despite herself, Jen’s mind floated back to her fantasy… But this time it was Lucy Vale in the bedroom…
******Lucy leaned back and in her mind Jen could see her tits, round and supple, nipples small and brown and perfect, ready to be sucked. . Jen arched her back in ecstasy as Lucy Vale began to fuck her with the toy, pushing it in deep, pulling out almost the whole way, then pushing back inside her soaking pussy, the fleshy walls sucking at the dark rubber…******
‘Miss Bloom?’
Lucy’s voice cut through the smoky haze of Jen’s fantasy like a knife.
‘Oh, yes?’
‘Are you ok? You seemed to drift off there for a second..’
‘Oh, did I? I’m sorry, Miss Vale. I must be tired’
Lucy Vale bit her lip. ‘Are you sure? Do you need some water?’
‘No, no. I’m fine. Thank you for coming in, Miss Vale. I think that should be enough’
Lucy smiled once more at Jen. ‘Thanks! Pleasure to meet you’
Lucy stood up and flashed Jen one more look of seductive confidence. Then she turned, she butt wiggling magnificently as Jen’s eyes followed her out the room.
Jen sat back in her chair for a moment. What was happening? She had fantasised about another women yet again.. mid-job interview…
Obviously, Lucy was a great candidate. She definitely had a strong chance of being hired.
And boy, did she moisten Jen’s pussy.
Lucy Vale stepped out of the office, her senses tingling. It felt like her skin was on fire, her fingertips full of lightning. Not only had she blitzed the interview, but she was pretty sure that woman had wanted to fuck her. Ok, maybe she was just overly horny today, but there was something about her..
Suddenly, she felt a hand around her waist and a strong arm pull her around the corner of the wall. She back slammed into it and she was suddenly face to face with the cute guy from before.
‘Hey – ‘ her word of protest was stopped by a finger against her lips.
‘I know you want to fuck me’, the cute guy said, his other hand still around her waist. ‘I saw your pussy… it was soaking wet’. He slowly moved his hand around to the front of her thigh, just under the skirt.
‘You’re crazy…’ Lucy heard herself say, but despite the words she found herself pushing herself into the cute guy. She could feel the hardening meat of his cock against her leg and her breathing stiffened.
‘I’m going to fuck you right here.. against the wall’, the cute guy said, leaning in to say the words against her ear. His teeth grazed her neck as his hand beneath the skirt crept an inch closer to the center.
‘We.. we can’t.. what if someone sees..’ but her legs were already parting, the cute guy’s fingers finding the edge of her panties and slipping underneath. Her own hand found his chest and traveled downwards, resting on the top of his belt buckle.
‘No-one is going to notice.. I’m going to fuck you real slow.. quiet.. so we won’t get caught..’
Lucy gasped as the cute guy’s fingertips brushed across the crevasse of her pussy. It was warm and sticky, pulsating and ready. Her own finger found the cute guy’s zip and pulled it down.
‘That’s it baby.. I’m already hard for you… Mmm and you’re already wet..’
The cute guy’s finger slipped in between the folds of Lucy’s pussy lips as his other hand when to her mouth, a moan squashed against his palm. The finger dipped and curled within the warm wetness, his thumb finding the top of her clit and slowly circling the fleshy nub. Lucy went weak at the knees as a second finger pushed slowly inside her, squelching softly against her slick vaginal walls.
‘Oh god..’ Lucy’s whisper was hoarse and her hand reached inside and found the cute guy’s cock, thick and hard. She folded her fingers over the shaft and pumped it slowly, her inner thigh catching the tip and leaving a stick trail of pre-cum against her skin.
‘Mmm baby.. you little slut… you love cock, don’t you?’
‘Mmm yes baby… you are so big…’
‘You want me to fuck you?’
‘Yes… fuck me.. fuck me deep…’
The cute guy put both hands around Lucy’s waist and lifted her up against the wall. He moved them down to her butt and spread her cheeks wide, his cock poised at the entrance of Lucy’s pussy. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in, her pussy lips parting as the cute guy’s enormous meat slid between them. A deep moan rattled through the cute guy as he fitted himself all inside, Lucy’s pussy tight and small around the huge member. He held her there for a moment, their eyes locked, breath heavy, the juices running down their legs. Then, slowly and methodically, he began to fuck her, sliding in and out, each thrust slow but deep, his hands squeezing the flesh of her ass with each thrust. Their hips worked together, hers came to meet his and her lips found his neck and ear. He pulled back on her hair and bit the bottom of her lip, Lucy’s own climax shaking her body. A hand went to her mouth and she screamed into it.
‘Yesss.. cum for me baby.. Oh shit… I’m gonna.. I’m gonna cum…’
With one final, deep thrust the cute guy emptied his hot load into Lucy’s pussy, which already dripped with her own juices. The cute guy came in a single wave, his body shaking as the creamy liquid spilled out of Lucy’s pussy and onto the office carpet below. He held her there for another moment, his cock softening, his fingers still squeezing the soft flesh of her ass cheek. Eventually he lowered her down and kissed her on the forehead. She stood there, a little embarrassed, pulling her panties back on.
‘Your zip..’ She reached down and zipped him up. He smiled down at her. ‘Thanks’.
He began to walk away.
‘Wait!’ Lucy said, half giggling. ‘What’s your name, cute guy?’
‘Jason’ he said, smiling. There was a pause, and then: ‘Did you get the job?’
Lucy laughed.
‘I hope so’ she said.
Jen Bloom saw a few more candidates for the job, but she was flustered. Lucy Vale had swished into her office like some alluring black cat, stretched her tail and left a growing heat between Jen’s legs. Jen had wanted to sneak out into the bathroom, sit on the toilet seat, spread her thighs and imagine Lucy’s quick-witted tongue sliding between the moist folds of her pussy. She imagined Lucy’s tongue finding her clit, flicking across it and swirling around its edges, all the while locking her big brown eyes with Jen’s. She imagined a cheeky smile from Lucy as a finger would slowly find the soft slit between Jen’s legs, slipping inside the wetness easily and fucking her with it deep, right there on the bathroom floor.
But alas, the other candidates had to be assessed, and simultaneously rejected – in her mind at least. Lucy had the job, there was no way around that. Not only did she turn Jen on like a 16 year old girl finding her special spot for the first time, but she was also more than qualified.
By 3pm, Jen was itching for a drink. She’d done all the interviews, and she needed a break. Maybe she could knock off early? She was the boss, after all. Go to the quiet pub around the corner for a quick vodka tonic..
She made the decision, grabbed her coat, and headed out onto the sales floor. She waved goodbye to the team, noticing Jason who looked very pleased with himself for some reason – a big sale, perhaps? – and walked out into the cool Autumn air.
She knew a little pub around the corner which was usually pretty quiet, and she headed there briskly, increasingly desperate for alcohol. She need stimulation – if it wasn’t sex, it would have to be booze.
‘O’Malley’s’ wasn’t as empty as she thought it would be – the bar was semi-full with a couple of Asian businessmen, an older guy and two fat English tourists, speaking loudly in their native Liverpudlian tones. She went up to the bar and ordered a Vodka soda from the bored looking bartender, who obliged with little enthusiasm, although she thought that he was checking her out slightly. His gaze lingered a little too long on Jen’s cleavage as he gave her the drink, and she smiled to herself as she took a sip. If only he wasn’t 50 and overweight. She would have fucked him in the back room if he was slightly more attractive. And if she was bold enough. Why wasn’t she bold enough?
The first warm feeling of the vodka hit her tongue and slid back her throat. She closed her eyes and let the tingling spread through her body. She needed that. Her eyes opened lazily and she felt good, getting a little drunk at 3pm on a Tuesday seemed to be the way to go. She’d still prefer Lucy Vale between her legs though.
Across the room by the pool table, bored and waiting for his turn, Brad Jackson saw the blonde at the bar. She was older, sure – but damn, was she well put together. Nice ass, a little big but very shapely, and great tits, from what he could from the woman’s profile. He tapped his buddy Craig on the shoulder, who was about to take his shot, and he looked up perturbed.
‘What are you doing man? Just cause you’re losing..’
‘Check out the blonde at the bar’, Brad said, motioning in that direction.
Craig looked up for a moment, then whistled.
‘Damn, she’s fine! Old, but fine!’
The third buddy, Rick Stone, emerged from the bathroom, only now just zipping up.
‘What are you dicks gawking at?’ he said, and then he saw. ‘Whoa’.
Jen was onto her second Vodka soda when she noticed the three college kids approaching. They were athletic, full of 3pm beer, and a lot of young swagger.
‘Hi’. The first one, a big shouldered blonde guy, swung into the seat next to her. ‘Do you mind if my buddies and I buy you a drink?’
Jen looked around at the other two. One was a little short, but muscly, with a short hair-cut and clean shaved. The other was tall, dark, and gorgeous.
‘Um.. sure..’ Jen didn’t know if this was a good idea, was she was a little drunk.
‘Great! I’m Brad, by the way. That’s Craig, and the short one is Rick’
‘I make up for it any other areas’ said Rick, who winked at her. Jen giggled despite herself.
‘I’m drinking Vodka.. not sure if you high school kids have heard of it..’
Brad laughed. ‘We’re in college, actually. Second year. We all study bio-mechanics. Except Rick’
‘Oh, wow. That’s impressive’. She turned to Rick. ‘What do you study?’
‘Girls’, he said, with a cheeky grin. Jen giggled again. ‘So you’re the funny one..’
Craig, the tall handsome one, sat in the chair on the other side of her. ‘So what do you do?’
She turned to him, thinking vaguely that she was a little too close. ‘I’m in marketing… big girl stuff’
‘So you’re the boss?’ he was smiling at her and tingles raced across her skin like lightning. She leaned forward a little, their faces close, her tits feeling like weapons. Craig's eyes drifted down towards them.
‘I’m the boss… I make the rules… I decide who’s good.. and who’s been…’ she whispered the next word as seductively as she could… ‘naughty’.
Craig looked a little stunned as Jen leaned back in her chair, Brad and Rick both silent as the drunken words took a few seconds to sink in. Rick came up close behind though and put his hands on the back of her chair. ‘So.. how do you decide who’s naughty?’
Jen spun the chair and faced him. She reached round to his ass, grabbed his cheeks and pulled his crotch towards her face. It was time to be bold, alright.
‘I need to taste them first…’
The bartender had seen enough. ‘Listen, lady. You need to find a hotel or a car or a park bench or whatever. You can’t be making a scene like this in here’.
Jen let go of Rick’s tight butt and spun back around. Rick stumbled back a couple of steps, a growing hard-on visible beneath his jeans. Craig and Brad looked at each other, half gobsmacked, half excited. Brad broke the silence.
‘Uh.. would you like a tour of our dorm? It’s right around the corner..’
Jen gulped the last of her vodka.
‘Let’s go’, she said.
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