My New Job (Incomplete) by Captain Atom Chapter 1: The Interview At the start of the school year, I got a job working in the campus bookstore for rush period. As far as jobs go, it basically sucked. But luckily it led my to the job of a lifetime. My third day on the job I was helping a very cute girl find her books. She stood about five-and-a-half feet tall and had straight brown hair down to her shoulders. We started flirting shamelessly, and after we found all her books she asked me how I liked working at the bookstore. I told her the truth, that it basically sucked, but I needed the money. "You know," she said, "we need someone like you to do some work around our house this year." "Like cooking and cleaning?" I asked. "Yeah, kind of. And some other things. You interested?" I figured just about anything would be better than this, and I didn't have anything lined up for after rush anyway. "Sure." "Good." She got out a piece of paper and wrote her name (Betsy), phone number and address down. "Why don't you stop by tonight around eight for an interview." "Okay, sounds good. See you then." That evening after work I took a shower, grabbed something to eat, and headed off for the interview. The house was a large dwelling, probably eight to ten bedrooms, old but kept up nicely. Betsy answered the door when I knocked, wearing the same flower print dress she had been wearing earlier in the bookstore. She led me into the living room and introduced me to Daphne, a green-eyed blonde who was a couple of inches shorter than Betsy. I couldn't help noticing the large firm tits that were pressing braless beneath her t-shirt. "Have you explained the job to him yet?" Daphne asked. "Not yet," Betsy answered, then directed me to sit down on the couch. Betsy sat next to me, while Daphne sat in a chair next to the couch. Betsy explained that their house was all female, girls who were concentrating on seriously getting their degrees and advancing their careers. "None of us have boyfriends, and in fact it's against the rules." She anticipated my next thought. "That's where you'll come in. Just because we're career oriented doesn't mean that we don't get horny. Each year we hire one guy to look after our, um, needs." I looked over at Daphne. "She means that we need a guy to fuck us." Betsy continued. "You'll be on call every evening except for Sundays, and all day on Saturday. Don't worry, we generally work out a schedule to keep things orderly and to keep you from wearing out. In exchange for your services, we'll pay for your rent in an apartment down the street and give you a stipend of about $200 a week." This was the best job I could ever hope for! "When do I start?" "Well, assuming you make it through the interview, you can start as soon as you get back the results from a blood test." They began the interview by asking me fairly standard stuff (name, age, major, hometown) and then moved into more intimate questions, such as how many sexual partners I'd had (three), when I lost my virginity (at age seventeen), my favorite place to have sex (in the shower), had I ever eaten pussy (often), my record for multiple orgasms (three), etc. "Enough of this," Daphne said. "Let's see what you've got." "Stand up and take your clothes off," Betsy told me. I kicked off my shoes and moved to the center of the room. I took off my shirt and pants and pulled down my underwear. My cock, hard and stiff from all the sex talk, stood out at a 45 degree angle. Daphne got up from the chair and walked over next to me. "Oh yes, I think he'll do just nicely." She wrapped her hand around my shaft and started to rub it up and down. "Just the right size. Big enough so that you can feel it, but not so huge that it has problems staying stiff." Daphne took off her shirt and kneeled down in front of me. As she took my cock into her mouth, Betsy took out a stop watch. "I want you to keep from ejaculating as long as possible," Betsy told me as she pressed the start button. It wasn't easy to do; Daphne was a great cocksucker. She started by sucking on the head, then licked her tongue up and down my shaft. When she started to take my entire length into her mouth, I had to hold on to her shoulders to keep my balance. Eventually I could hold back no longer, and told Daphne I was going to cum. She took my cock out of her mouth and pointed it at her chest. She pumped my cock furiously with her hand. "Shoot it on my tits," she told me. I squirted my hot sticky goo all over her large breasts, so much that some of it rolled off and dripped down onto the floor. "Seven and a half minutes," Betsy announced. "Is that good?" I asked. "With Daphne? That's astounding!" "So do I get the job?" "Let us know when your test results come back, and we'll introduce you to the rest of the girls. In the meantime, we'll get you situated in the apartment and let you rest up." After I put my clothes back on, Betsy walked me out to the door. "I've got a feeling that you're going to work out great," she smiled. I had a feeling she was right! Chapter 2: Introductions The next week seemed to be the longest of my life. I thought that my blood test results would never get back. I filled up my time moving into the apartment and getting started on my classes. I met with Betsy for lunch a couple of times during the week, where she filled me in on many more details about the house and the arrangement. The house was begun ten years ago by a group of students as an alternative to the sorority scene. Betsy was a senior and the current president of the house, which was why it was her duty to locate this year's man. There was room for ten women at the house, but presently there were only eight living there until they could fill the vacancies left by departing seniors. The test results came in on Thursday (clean, of course) so Betsy arranged for me to come to the house for a welcoming party on Friday. I arrived at 7 pm and Betsy greeted me at the door. After a quick hug she ushered me into the living room where the rest of the girls were anxiously awaiting. I wasn't disappointed‹all of the girls were lovely: Daphne, the blonde haired junior, I had met earlier. Tisha was a 5' 9" sophomore with long blonde hair, brown eyes, freckles, and a slim figure. Jennifer, a senior, had long curly black hair and blue eyes. Her 5' 7" frame supported a quite voluptuous figure. Allie was a junior with short brown hair and blue eyes. She had a slim figure and stood 5 and a half feet tall. Angel was also a junior. She was 5' 3" and her long straight brown hair hung half way down her back. Colette was a sophomore who has long curly blonde hair and light brown eyes. She was 5' 5" The last girl, Stephanie, was 5' 7". She had long curly red hair and dark blue eyes. But is was the beautiful Betsy who got me first; being president has its privileges. After I had mingled a bit with the other girls, Betsy took me by the hand and led me up the stairs to her bedroom. Once inside she gave me a deep kiss and told me to remove my clothes. As I disrobed, Betsy sat on the bed and removed her blouse and bra, then stood to take off her skirt and panty hose. Naked, she laid back on the bed and spread her legs. I kneeled down in front of her and placed my face into her crotch, I pulled apart her pussy lips with my fingers and started to tongue her hole. With her moans, Betsy got hotter and wetter. I got up on the bed between Betsy's legs. She grabbed hold of my cock and guided it to the entrance of her hole. I slid my cock in and slowly began fucking her. Betsy said nothing but closed her eyes and emitted soft moans of pleasure. When I leaned forward and began to suck on her tit, she grabbed hold of my back. "Come with me," she panted softly into my ear. As I felt her pussy contact around my cock I stopped pumping and let loose a stream of jism inside her. Exhausted, I laid down on the bed next to her. She pulled me close and nuzzled and kissed my neck as I stroked her sweaty brown hair. "So, do I get to keep the job?" I asked her. "Mmmm. Yes, that was very nice," she told me. "You can lay here for a few more minutes to rest up, but I think the other girls are going to want to see you." After resting, I got up from the bed and asked Betsy if I should put my clothes back on. She pointed me towards a terrycloth robe that was hanging in her closet. I put it on and gave her a kiss on the forehead before leaving her room. I wasn't two steps out of Betsy's room when I was ambushed by Tisha. She quickly dragged me across the hall into another bedroom and closed the door. I sat back on the bed and Tisha climbed on top of me. My robe parted. Tisha rubbed my chest a few times before leaning forward to kiss me. As we kissed, she ground her hips against my crotch, causing me to grow stiff again. Tisha got up on her knees. I unzipped her jeans and pushed them down her hips. She was wearing a white thong that was visibly wet with excitement. She pulled back from our kiss and got upright on her knees. "Do you like what you see?" she asked as she rubbed her hands along the sides of her breasts and down her waist. "Definitely," I said as I scooted back so that my back was against the headboard. Tisha wiggled out of her jeans then leaned forward to lick my cock. She ran her tongue along the sides of my shaft several times, then moved her tongue up my waist and chest. I grabbed her by her ass and pulled her close to me. Her tits, still beneath her thin t-shirt, pressed against my chest. I pulled aside her thong and slid a finger into her moist cunt. "Oh, yesss," Tisha moaned into my shoulder as I slid my finger around in her pussy. My other hand found her clit and as I started to rub it Tisha started to cum. She gripped me tight as she let out short, sharp moans. "Now fuck me," Tisha moaned into my ear. I pulled off her thong and she straddled me again. She slid her pussy down my cock and began fucking me. I lifted up her t-shirt and began to rub her tits. Tisha fucked me enthusiastically, her warm wetness rapidly moving up and down my cock. When she began to slow, I pushed her onto her back and deeply thrust into her. Her head was hanging over the edge of the bed, her long hair just barely touching the floor, and she was calling out with each thrust. I had a firm hold of her thighs, and when she began to cum I pulled her tight against me. She then sat up, my cock still inside her, and wrapped her arms around me. "You're good," she said with a smile. "Very good. I'm glad we have you." "I'm glad too," I replied. Tisha pushed on my back again and began to slow fuck me. She teasingly kept just the head of my cock in her for a good while, then push me deep inside her. She enjoyed the effect she was having on me. Then she climbed off and laid beside me. While we kissed, she wrapped her fingers around my cock, slippery from her juices, and jerked me off. My cum shot straight up into the air and splashed over both of us and the sheets. Tisha got a wet washrag and we took turns wiping the both of us off. "I'm bushed," I told her. "I don't know if I can keep this up this evening." "Then don't," she said. "You can sleep in here with me." "Are you sure that's okay?" "You're not a slave," she told me. "And besides, it does us no good if you're too tired to perform." We fell asleep, naked in each other's arms. I woke up relatively early the next morning. Tisha was still asleep, looking like an angel. I gave her a light kiss on the forehead before throwing on the robe that Betsy had given me and headed downstairs. The house was rather quiet, except for some noises coming from the kitchen. I turned the corner to see Allie, her back turned to me as she seemed to be mixing something. She was wearing only a small frilly tank-top-like white nightshirt and matching French-cut panties. "What's for breakfast?" I asked. Allie spun around, holding a batter-covered spoon in her hand. Her small perky tits were pressing tightly against her top, showing through the sheer fabric. "Good morning!" she smiled. "Well, I was planning on making pancakes, but if there's something else you'd rather have..." "I can think of one or two things," I said as I moved towards her. I pressed close to her, trapping her between the counter and myself. I dipped my finger into the batter, which I dabbed onto her nose then licked off. Allie moved her lips to my finger and sensually sucked the batter off. I reached around and grabbed a large strawberry off the counter. Slowly, I rubbed the fruit over her breasts, leaving fruity red streaks. Her nipples began to get hard, pushing prominently against the fabric. I got down on my knees in front of her, dragging the berry along her bare belly to her crotch. I stuck the berry between my teeth and pulled down her panties, revealing her well-trimmed brown bush. Still in my teeth, I rubbed the berry along her slit until she began to moisten. Then I turned the berry around and took a bite, enjoying the sweet taste of the strawberry mixed with the sweet nectar of Allie's juices. I then turned my tongue directly to her pussy. As her clit began to swell and stiffen, I flicked and sucked it. Allie began to breathe heavily, gripping the edge of the counter to keep her balance. I took the strawberry, now bleeding where I'd bit it in two, and rubbed the berry juice around on her tight abdomen. Then I slid two fingers up inside her juicy cunt and moved my mouth up to the juice. As I licked it off, I worked my fingers inside her pussy. Allie was now panting heavily, letting out soft cries of pleasure. My fingers still inside her, I returned my mouth to her crotch and sucked hard on her clit. That sent her into an orgasm, crying out with pleasure. I licked my fingers clean of her juices, then pulled her panties back up. "Mmm thanks, that was just what I needed to start the day," she told me as I stood back up. "Jesus Christ, what's all the noise down here?" I heard a voice behind me. Spinning around, I saw Stephanie standing with one arm propped against the wall, wearing a very flimsy nightie. "Dave was just helping me with breakfast," Allie explained. "Looks to me like he was stirring something other than the batter." Stephanie came over next to me and wrapped her arm around me. "I'll keep him away from you so you can finish the pancakes." Stephanie led me out of the kitchen and into the living room. She pulled open my robe and stepped into it, pressing close against me. We practically melted into each other, her flimsy fabric the only thing between our naked, excited bodies. She lifted up the hem of her nightie, so that my cock was directly rubbing against her lush red pubic fur. "You're still so hard," she remarked. "Haven't you had enough this weekend?" "Not yet," I replied. "How could I with so many gorgeous women around?" "Well, we've obviously chosen the right person for the job." She grabbed my cock with her hands and rubbed it slowly. "Fuck me," she ordered, looking straight into my eyes. I pulled us both down to the carpet and had her lay back. I pulled apart her upright knees, causing her cunt lips to part delicately. Pinning her down by her shoulders, I slid my cock into her waiting cunt. Stephanie let out a throaty "Ooohhh!" as I entered and continued to be softly vocal as I thrust into her: "Fuck me, oohhh, yes, fuck me, oohh, yes." I pulled up her nightie to expose her firm hard breasts. When I pinched her nipples for the first time she began to cum, bucking on the floor like a woman possessed with pleasure. I soon discovered that Stephanie's sensitive nipples were a trigger to her lust. When I sucked on them, she couldn't get enough, her pussy clamped tight around my cock as she had a stunning orgasm. When Stephanie seemed to have had enough, I pulled out of her and stood up, I felt someone come up behind me: it was Colette, wearing a nightshirt and pressing herself against my back. Colette reached around in front of me and started to stroke my cock, wet with Stephanie's juices. "Cum on her," Colette told me. "Splash your jism all over her body. She loves it!" Colette aimed my cock down at Stephanie's body and stroked it furiously. It wasn't long before I was spraying my wet sticky goo all over Stephanie's face, tits, stomach and crotch. Then Colette got around in front of me and licked clean my rapidly shrinking rod. "Breakfast is ready!" Allie called from the kitchen. Colette stood up and fastened my robe back up. "Come on, stud, let's go eat," she told me. "What about Steph?" I asked, pointing to the cum-soaked redhead laying passively on the floor. "She'll be fine. She just needs to recover after that slamming you gave her."