THE COPY MACHINE WAS FLASHING AWAY AS THEY FUCKED!
"I'm yours. Fuck me, fuck me hard!"
The liquid squishing around of a hard cock entering an aroused cunt filled the small room. Jennifer reached over and turned on the machine where they balled. A bright green light flashed and then a copy dropped into the tray. Then another and another and another.
The brunette laughed with delight when, she saw what was being copied. Her wide-open pussy was captured for all time, showing it all. Chuck's pecker parted her sex lips and plunged far up into her. And that was copied, too. Every inch of his cock going in and out was copied, as were her juicy cunt and ass as she moved up and down.
She was catching every instant of this fucking on copy paper-and that turned her into a raving sex maniac!
CHAPTER ONE
Jennifer lounged by the pool, staring at her trim figure in the rippling water. She stroked down her sleek thighs, rubbing in suntan lotion. The friction of hot flesh over flesh aroused her.
Not bad, the twenty-year-old brunette thought as she turned on the lounge: Big tits, trim waist, slender legs and a drop-dead ass all curvy and round and utterly seductive. It was a perfect package and she knew it. Jennifer rolled onto her side and watched as her reflection shimmered in the pool. Closing her eyes, she tried to imagine herself somewhere else. Anywhere else.
She ran her hand down her hip-and felt another hand working its way under hers to press hotly into her tender thigh.
Jennifer's eyes flashed open. In the water she saw Joseph, the gardener. He smiled broadly as he continued stroking her leg. When his thick, strong fingers poked in toward her asshole she had to speak.
"What are you doing?" she demanded.
"Nothing I haven't done before," he said with great confidence, moving around the lounge chair to sit beside her. He moved his hand lightly over her naked skin. Gooseflesh rippled wherever he touched. Joseph wasn't tall, not the way Jennifer really liked her men, but everything else pleased her in a big way. With emphasis on the word big when it came to Joseph.
He had broad shoulders, powerful arms from his work, strong muscles forming ridges along his bare belly. Her dancing green eyes fixed on the growing bulge at his crotch.
"You're mighty sure of yourself," Jennifer said, turning slightly so that Joseph's hand moved between her thighs. She spread her legs slightly and scooted down on the lounge. His hand pressed even more firmly into her concealed love mound. Strong fingers clamped down on her pussy and massaged until she moaned, her will taken away by her strong desires. From inside her boiled love juices that quickly dampened the crotch of her skimpy yellow swimsuit.
Jennifer closed her eyes, abandoned herself to the feelings building inside her, and purred like a contented kitten. Her hips began moving slowly, rubbing her sopping crotch against the man's hand. Tingles passed through her until her breath came in deep, heaving pants that made her huge tits heave up and down like warm, fleshy buoys tossed on a storm of pure lust.
"Too tight," Joseph chided. "That top is going to keep you from breathing like you should." His clever fingers pressed into her cloth-covered nipples. The hard points on top of her tits began pulsing with every beat of the excited young girl's heart. He caught one nipple and rolled it around like a marble. It hardened even more as her lust became uncontrollable.
She grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand away. As Jennifer shoved and tugged, his fingers caught under the edge of her scanty top. Two succulent mounds of tit-flesh bobbed out. They gleamed brown and perfect in the hot midday sun.
"You've been tanning in the nude. Why didn't you invite me to join you?" he teased. His hands pressed into those twin mounds and moved in slow circles, the erect nipples grinding into his palms. Jennifer gasped and then took control of her rampaging emotions.
"You're hired help. You have work to do." With a touch of bitterness, Jennifer added, "There's nothing for me to do in this damned mansion, not since my mother died."
"Nothing?" Joseph's eyebrows arched as he moved closer to her until his hip brushed hers. "You call what we've been doing 'nothing'?"
Before she could answer, he crushed his lips to hers and shut off any words. Jennifer moaned softly as she felt Joseph's tongue thrusting into her mouth. She never hesitated returning the bold oral assault. Jennifer couldn't remember how many times they had fucked, but it hadn't been enough for her to get her fill. She wanted him even more now than the first time he had come on to her.
She clutched him hard, drawing him down atop her on the lounge. Her tits mashed against his hard, sweaty chest. He moved a little, letting her rub her nipples into his body. Every motion sent new tremors of desire lancing into her.
Without even knowing it, Jennifer's long, perfect legs parted so he could slip between them. She arched her back slightly to rub her swimsuit-covered crotch against the rising bulge in the gardener's jeans. Lifting those flawless legs on either side of his body, Jennifer began rocking to and fro as she tried to get as much pleasure as she could from this dry humping.
"No!" she cried suddenly. Her hands slid down his naked back and into his jeans to feel the heavy globes of muscled assflesh. "More, Joseph, I want more!"
"What more can I do?" He tormented her. Both knew what they wanted and both would get it. But he always teased her to build the tensions in her sleek body to the bursting point.
Smiling, he rocked back and let her pull down his jeans. Jennifer's pulse raced when she saw that he didn't have on any underwear. His long, thick manhood sprang up in front of her face, a stiff pink pole rising from a nest of curly black pubic hair.
She bent over and caught the tip between her red lips. Using the same tongue motion as before when they had kissed, she licked around his cock a few times, then began bobbing her head up and down. She face-fucked him for a few seconds, and then her lust would not let her go on for even another second.
"What's wrong?" Joseph stared down at her. His hands stroked her lustrous, long brown hair, guiding her head in the rhythm he desired most. "You stopped. Don't you want to suck me off?"
"I want to taste your cum," she said, her breath coming heavily. Her tits quivered as he reached down and cupped them. His thumbs pressed down on her heated nubbins of flesh and caused a flush to rise from her boobs up to her shoulders and neck.
"Do it," he ordered.
"No! There's something I want more. I want this inside me. Fuck me, fuck me hard!" Jennifer tugged at his prick to draw it downward toward her needy pussy. "Now!"
"Ah, well, okay, babe," he answered. "But you have to do me when we finish." Joseph fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a rubber. He dropped it onto Jennifer's heaving belly. "Put it on me."
"Yes, yes, anything, Joseph. Just fuck me!" She struggled to get the condom out of its foil wrapper and onto his meaty rod. As she smoothed it out, her excitement grew. His cock throbbed with need for her even as her need for his prick grew by leaps and bounds.
Jennifer lay back and let him skin the bottom of her swimsuit from her rounded asscheeks, pulling it down slowly past her sensitive thighs and over her trim calves. Every inch of the way he stroked and kissed her, his wet tongue occasionally giving a hint of what lay ahead. But he left her ankles tangled in the swimsuit.
"Don't," he said sharply when Jennifer tried to kick free. "Leave it that way. It makes your cunt feel tighter."
Jennifer gasped when his mouth found the coppery-colored points of her tits. His tongue rolled the pebbles of flesh around until she forgot all about the way her ankles were almost tied together. And then Jennifer discovered what Joseph meant.
His hands slid under her, cupped her buttocks and lifted. She tried to open herself to his prick and found herself hindered. This didn't stop the man. With his legs rubbing on her outer thighs, he moved so his balls and cock hung in the warm sheath formed by her legs.
Then he sank balls-deep into her moist, churning interior. Her pussy juices lubricated the hard thrust into her love channel. Jennifer bit her lip and tried not to shriek out her joy. She thought the top would come off her head as pure, undiluted passion ripped through her. She was filled with cock, and his mouth locked hard with hers. Moaning softly in delight, she reached around and stroked his buttocks as they moved smoothly to drive him even deeper into her yielding cunny.
"Fuck me, give it all to me!" she sobbed out.
Joseph grunted as he began pulling out of her. Jennifer sobbed even more as his hard length left her empty and needy. Her pussy called out for more. More! Trying to pull him back in did nothing to get the man's huge prong back where it belonged. He refused to move.
Jennifer felt the tip of his cock rubbing along the matted fleece of her pussy. The thick head of his meaty rod stroked across the oily gash, then found her lovehole again.
Jennifer sailed back into paradise as she was again filled with pulsating prick. Every twitch of that fleshy shaft sent her pulse racing more. She shoved her crotch up to take even more prick into her. She needed him. How she needed what he so willingly offered her!
"Go on, do it to me, do it fast. Burn me up," she moaned. Her fingernails raked Joseph's broad back as she urged him to fuck her, really fuck her!
And he did.
Lewd sucking sounds echoed across the pool as he started moving back and forth like a human piston. His plump love organ filled her to overflowing. Jennifer's inner muscles tightened around him, feeling the thick blue vein on top shivering with the same desire he ignited in her loins. Jennifer tried to get her ankles free and couldn't. Somehow, being tied up like this and being prisoner to Joseph's desire inflamed her even more. The tightness formed by her imprisoned legs caused the sensations within her to build to the bursting point.
"So beautiful, babe, you're so beautiful I can't hold back."
Jennifer barely heard him. The blood pounded in her ears. She tossed her head from side to side, hair flowing around her. And she exploded with desire as he continued poling her. The tiny tickles of excitement rose from her pussy, spread like wildfire and then erupted through her loins.
"Aieee!" she shrieked. Her body shook like a leaf in the wind. Then she sank back, aware of the thick prick still reaming her out. The carnal friction mounted even more and threatened to set her off again.
"Gotta cum," he moaned. Joseph arched his back and tried to rip her apart using his cock. Finally his love shaft spewed forth its load. Spent, the gardener sank down on top of the luscious brunette.
"Great," she whispered softly in his ear, nibbling a little at it, then following her words with the tip of her tongue. "How about more? You wanted me to suck your cock."
"I-" Joseph froze. He stepped back from her, his cock going limp. Jennifer turned and saw her stepfather glaring at them. His face darkened with rage. It took him several seconds to find his tongue, he was so mad.
"You're fired!" Rupert Bruckner shouted. "You'll never work again!"
"Don't be like that, Rupert," she said, relishing the man's rage. Jennifer never understood why her mother had married an asshole like him. Her mother was the one with the money, and Jennifer could never imagine that an uptight man like Rupert would be good in bed. "Joseph hasn't done anything I didn't want him to do. And he is very good at it, I might say."
"I know. You're a slut. Nothing but a slut."
"You're just saying that because you want me-and I won't let you within a mile of my bed!" Jennifer raged. She sat up, aware of her nakedness. She started to pull down her top to hide her breasts, then decided not to. Let him ogle her young tits. That would make him even angrier.
"Get out of this house. I don't want to ever see you here again!"
Jennifer shot to her feet. She was tall enough to look Rupert Bruckner squarely in the eye.
"Whatever you want. It'll be a pleasure not to have to ever look at you again!"
With that she turned and stalked off, making sure to twitch her bare ass in his direction. Her tits bobbed as she bent slightly to pick up the bottom to her swimsuit, giving her stepfather a fine view.
Let him get hot and get a bad case of blue balls, she thought. Nothing would please her more.
Jennifer threw on a robe, grabbed her purse and keys and left behind the mansion and its fine lawn, pool-and gardener.
When she worked off her anger, she'd be back. And she knew just the way to spend some time. It had been a couple of days since she'd seen her boyfriend. He had what she needed most right now-and she always had what Luke wanted!
CHAPTER TWO
Jennifer tossed her head back and let the wind rake through her long brunette hair. She drove too fast in her red Jaguar and didn't give a damn about it. The sun burned her bare flesh and tickled her nipples, hardly hidden under her light beach dress. She hadn't bothered putting on any other clothing.
"He'll be sorry he treats me so bad," Jennifer muttered to herself, still fuming about her stepfather. "Why does he have to be such a prick?"
She took a corner and went through a red light, hardly noticing. Her green eyes were fixed on the small house down near the beach. It wasn't too large, but it had cost a small fortune. But her boyfriend Luke could afford it. Rupert Bruckner paid him well for doing whatever he did. He was a lawyer, but what he did, she couldn't say. And it didn't matter.
Jennifer smiled as she remembered the first time she had set eyes on Luke. She hadn't noticed his broad shoulders or his strong arms or even the expensive haircut or the way he moved with nervous gestures, a bundle of uncontrolled energy. She had watched his tight ass as he walked across the office. It had taken her ten seconds to find out his name from her stepfather's secretary.
It had taken ten minutes to get Luke alone in a storeroom. He had fucked her until she was damned-near blind. And then she had returned the favor. Ever since, they'd had a passionate affair going-and that was how she thought of it. An affair.
"We certainly are not dating," Jennifer said to herself as she wheeled into the small driveway and slammed on the brakes. The Jaguar screeched to a halt. "He never takes me anywhere." She jumped out of the sports car and walked around to the side of the bungalow. The roar of the ocean came along with the sound of people out on the beach. The house wasn't big, but a view like this cost plenty.
Luke was stretched out on a lounge chair that might have been the twin to the one Jennifer had lain on when Joseph slipped it into her. Just thinking of the gardener got her hot all over-and seeing that Luke wasn't wearing a bathing suit made her even hornier.
He looked up, startled. "Don't you ever knock?"
"Why bother? Don't tell me you aren't happy to see me. I can tell these things."
Jennifer perched her pert butt beside him on the lounge and casually reached down. Her fingers brushed across the dormant snake she found. A few quick flicks caused a remarkable reaction. His sleeping serpent grew into a rigid cock.
"I told you to call before you came over." Luke sounded testy. Jennifer knew how to take his mind off his problems-and how to get her mind off her asshole stepfather.
"That's not exactly what you told me. It was a line from that old movie we saw on TV the other night. "If I wanted you, all I had to do was whistle. Or was it blow? The lovely brunette bent over and let out a low whistle, then sucked in hard. Luke gasped and went rigid all over. She loved the way his prick bucked and twitched when she applied her tongue to the tiny hole at the top.
Her cheeks went hollow and her face slid down so she could take more of his thickness into her mouth. Her tongue teased as she went and Jennifer let her teeth drag lightly against the sides. Whatever complaint Luke might have had was forgotten by the time she completely deep-throated him.
She felt his fingers lacing through her hair, trying to keep her mouth fully around his fleshy rod. She wanted more. She wanted to feel him deep inside her, driving out all the anger she felt toward her stepfather, burning her up with desire that carried her far, far away.
"Jen, please. This is too much. I have work to do. I'm trying to catch up."
"Work? You work buck naked? How interesting." She pulled away and shrugged her shoulders. Her boobs popped out of the thin bikini top, hidden only by the thin white dress she wore. Jennifer stood and shrugged this off, naked to the waist.
"Wanna fight about it?" She lightly boxed his throbbing erection. Her love pat knocked it to one side. It sprang back, rigid and ready instantly.
"Stop it. That hurts."
"Yeah? Maybe it's because your cock is so sensitive. Maybe you've been flogging your log in the dark again, instead of sinking it into prime ... real estate." She swung around and bent over, the curves of her taut ass gleaming in the sunlight.
Jennifer spread her legs slightly and she felt the thong sinking between her tanned asscheeks. Bending forward a little gave Luke a sight that was sure to make his cock hurt-and not from getting banged about a little. He'd be so hot and horny for her he wouldn't be able to hold himself back.
"Please, Jen. This is important. Your old man assigned me a new client. If I don't-"
"If you don't catch me, you can't have me," she said, dodging away when he reached for her. She felt his fingers stroke along her waist just as she twisted across the patio. She stared out across the blue ocean and saw a volleyball game in full swing. If she didn't have other things in mind, she wouldn't mind being down there with the players, ogling the guys' buns as they jumped and smashed at the ball, watching their muscles ripple.
Or maybe she would agree to play. She knew how men ogled her. Big tits and a little sweat went a long way. Her hard nipples would be plastered against the thin fabric of her swimsuit and not a guy on the beach would have a limp cock.
So why was Luke playing so hard to get? If anything, her boyfriend's reluctance to get down and fuck her made the brunette even more determined. Her bright green eyes flashed with desire. She needed him, really needed his prick inside her fucking away all memory of her stepfather.
"If you don't see anything you want, maybe I can go find someone down there," she said, pointing out to the crowd on the beach.
"Jen, you're impossible."
"Impossible? Nope, just incredibly sexy and even hornier." She knew he wasn't going to back out on her now. His prick jerked harder and harder and a tiny drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip. She had almost gotten him off with only a bit of sex play.
He reached for her. She spun from his grip again, dropping down on her hands and knees. In this position, she wagged her butt in the air. Then she purred like a cat in heat.
"Take me, stud. Take me from behind. It feels so incredibly sexy when you do it that way." Jennifer moved her shoulders back and forth, letting her tits dangle down and swing under her. Blood pumped into the hard nipples, turning them into fat, pulsing points.
Rocking forward, she rubbed them against a pillow dropped onto the patio floor. The light touch across her aroused nipples sent a surge of electric desire through her.
"Get some protection on, stud. And make sure it's made out of asbestos. Where it's going is going to be hot?"
Jennifer closed her eyes and purred some more as she rubbed her breasts across the soft pillow. Every movement back and forth built her desires to the bursting point-and each time she paused to keep from coming. She wasn't going to get off until Luke was buried balls deep inside her.
"How's this, you sexy bitch?" She felt hands on the smooth curves of her ass. Luke grabbed the fleshy mounds as if they were dough. He kneaded and molded them as if trying to rip them off her body. He pulled left and right, and then shoved his finger directly into her exposed asshole.
Jennifer gasped and sank forward. Her cheek rested on the pillow as all the strength fled from her.
"You like my finger up your rear, don't you?" Luke continued to torment her. Not only did he finger fuck her asshole, he rubbed his strong hands over the sleek curves of her rear end. Without even realizing it, Jennifer spread her knees wider to let him get into her hot, gooey cooze.
"Yes, damn you, I like it. I love it!" Jennifer reached back between her legs and caught the man's dangling balls. She squeezed them, and the hairy bag tightened. Inside she felt the nuts tumbling about in their sea of sperm and semen. Tugging insistently, she tried to pull him closer.
Luke had been tormented. Now it was his turn. He refused to shove deep into her wet gash. Instead, he rubbed his rubber-sheathed cock up and down her wet slit. Every small move caused Jennifer to tremble more and more.
"No, don't do that," she pleaded. "You know what I love. Give it to me. Give this to me!" She reached back between her slender thighs and caught his balls. She pulled harder this time. His long shaft rested against her wrist, pulsating with lust. For her!
The idea sent new tremors throughout her sleek young body. He wanted to fuck her. He was going to fuck her!
"You don't like me doing this?" he teased. His hands stroked her slender waist and came around her body. She felt his sweaty chest sliding across her back as his hand captured her boobs.
As his hands closed around her sensitive mounds of titflesh, his hips rocked forward. His fingers tweaked her delicate nipples and his prick shot all the way up her love tunnel. Cunt filled and her boobs cupped in her lover's hands, Jennifer almost came.
Almost. She held back, greedily wanting even more sensations to rip through her body.
"I want it all. Fuck me with your meaty shaft. Feed me all of your prick, damn it!" she shrieked. Her ass began twitching and shoving back into the curve of Luke's groin. She wanted to suck him in as deep as possible. She wanted the delightful feeling of his fuck stick warming her insides.
"Why should I bother?"
"Do it!" she raged. She began fucking herself, moving forward and slamming her ass back into Luke's crotch. The brunette tossed her head like a young filly and closed her eyes, savoring every bit of stimulation ripping into her. His cock pulsed deep within her cunt. His hands stroked over the delicate nubbins of her breasts, teasing the nipples until they felt like exploding. Every frenzied beat of her heart sent new waves of joy through her.
And he still refused to move. Jennifer rocked forward, then slammed back into his crotch. This time she got him buried all the way inside her lust-drenched tunnel. And she wasn't going to let him go. Strong inner muscles gripping hard, she squeezed down on his hidden length.
His cock tried to buck about. Her cunt muscles didn't allow it. She concentrated on squeezing him flat. When she began rotating her ass, Jennifer knew she had won this small battle. Luke couldn't control himself any longer.
He began fucking her with all the strength locked in his strong hips. And she took every inch of his prick-and wanted more!
"Yes, yes," she gasped out. "That's what I need!"
He didn't say a word. He speeded up his movements, though. His rock-hard pecker speared ever deeper into her. Every nerve within the girl's body sang a joyous tune. And she let the waves of heat caused by prick moving so fast against pussy wash over her.
Everything came together. The way his hands mauled her tits. His prick hidden away within her sex-dampened love channel. The sound of his harsh breathing. The way his body moved across hers. How she tossed her head like a filly racing across a field.
It all came together. Jennifer exploded as if Luke's prick had turned to dynamite and had gone off. As her sheath of female flesh collapsed around his dick, the man gasped and called out for the first time.
The girl felt his manhood buck and toss about inside her and she knew he had gotten off, his cum spilling out in a hot rush of unstoppable passion.
She felt a second wave of orgasm wash over her, then slipped forward. Jennifer felt Luke's prick melting like an icicle in a furnace within her, but she didn't care. For a few brief minutes, she had forgotten about her stepfather.
"More," she said, rolling over onto her back. "Give me more, stud." She reached out and caught up his semi-erect cock. She began stroking it to keep it hard.
"You're insatiable."
"Yes," she cried, "and you love it that way!" Just as she thought she was awakening his cock again, the phone rang. To Jennifer's disgust, Luke pulled away and said, "It'll take just a sec, honey. Honest. It might be business."
She lay back on the pillow and let her trim legs drift apart so he could get a good look at her pussy. The brunette pubic fur was matted with sweat and her hot inner juices. Reaching down, she fingered her own clit.
"Don't be too long. I might start without you," she said, shuddering at even this light tough on her sex trigger.
Luke's eyes never left her fur trimmed gash or the pink slice between. He flipped open the cell phone. His eyes went wide and his mouth opened and closed as if he had turned into a fish washed up on the beach.
"Yes, yes, sir, I u-understand," he said. He flipped it closed.
"I'm sure you understand lots of things," Jennifer teased. Her thighs opened in wanton invitation. It had been long enough-too long for her. She wanted another foot of his cock. Another mile!
"That was your father."
"Stepfather," she said, frowning.
"Mr. Bruckner said he'd fire me if I saw you again. Jen, darling, I love the time we spend together, but-"
"But what?" she said, storm clouds of anger forming on her face. The girl sat up, her thighs closing to hide her snatch.
"I can't afford to lose my job if he finds out we, that we're-"
"Fucking," she supplied for him. Anger filled her completely. Anger directed toward her stepfather-and at Luke for being such a spineless wimp.
"Yes," Luke said weakly. He grabbed a robe and swung it around his shoulders. "Wow, how am I going to explain that you were already here? Maybe he didn't know. Just suspected."
"Go to hell," Jennifer said, grabbing her dress from the deck and swinging it over her shoulders. "Better yet, go on out to the house. You and Rupert deserve each other." With that, Jennifer left her boyfriend's house, slamming the front door as hard as she could.
It didn't make her feel any better. But she knew what would. The beautiful brunette got into her Jaguar and roared off in search of it.
CHAPTER THREE
"Men," Jennifer grumbled as she drove along. The hot sun and the cool wind no longer gave her a thrill. She couldn't keep from thinking about her stepfather and the hold he had over Luke. "He thinks more of his job than he does me."
Jennifer sniffed in contempt when she realized why Luke had never taken her out anywhere. They had always stayed at his beach house and made love, sometimes all night long. That had been fine with Jennifer, but she understood now that Luke hadn't wanted to be seen with her. It might get back to Rupert Bruckner and cost the man his job.
"Rupert had to know," she decided. "Otherwise, he would never have called Luke and threatened him." She smiled a little thinking that their fling that first day might have set the rumor mill grinding out stories about her and the overpaid lawyer. Still, it frosted her that Rupert had been so successful in threatening
Luke.
"Time to eat," she decided, wheeling into a burger joint. But before she ordered she saw that she had only a couple of bucks in her wallet. Not bothering to hold down her irritation, Jennifer rummaged through her purse and couldn't even find her ATM card. But she had her checkbook and a branch bank across from the burger stand would do.
Jumping from the Jaguar, she dodged cars and made her way to the bank lobby. She didn't even notice the stares of both men and women at the way she was dressed-or not dressed. The thong bikini hid nothing of her perfect body and Jennifer had not bothered to button the thin cotton dress slung over her shoulders.
She crossed the lobby and went to the first window. A young man looked up at her, his eyes going wide. A silly grin crossed his face as he asked, "What can I do for you?"
"Cash this," Jennifer said, not bothering to notice his expression. She was too steamed at her stepfather-and Luke.
The teller quickly tapped in the account number and stared at the screen. He glanced up at her and shook his head.
"What's wrong?"
"The account has been frozen. I'm sorry but I cannot honor your check."
"You won't cash it? There's almost a thousand dollars in the account!" She didn't try to keep her voice down. If the way she was dressed hadn't attracted attention, her loud voice would.
"Please, there's nothing I can do about this. Mr. Bruckner ordered all your accounts frozen."
"Even my credit card?"
"Uh, why don't you come into the office where we can discuss this further," the teller said, head turning from side to side to see if anyone overheard this part of their conversation. "I might be able to help."
"I should hope so!" Jennifer stomped into the large office and swung around to face the teller as he entered and closed the door. "Well?" she demanded.
"You see, it's like this. I could lose my job if I unfroze your account, but-"
"But what?" She glanced around and saw the name plate on the desk. "This is the bank president's office. Let me talk to him."
"He can't do any more for you than I can ... if you can convince me I ought to help," the man said, loosening his tie.
For a moment, Jennifer didn't understand what he meant. Then she saw the bulge in his pants.
"So you're suggesting a tit for a tat?" she asked.
"For a tit and twat," the teller said, pulling his tie free. "When I saw you come into the bank dressed like that, I hoped you'd come to my window. I never thought I'd be able to really help you."
"So I do something like this and you'll free my account?" Jennifer reached down and caught the man's zipper between her thumb and forefinger. A quick movement drew it down with a metallic hiss. His long, feverishly red erection popped out. She circled it with her hand and began stroking.
"Umm, nice," he said, sweat popping out on his forehead. A tiny smile crept to the corners of his mouth as she started beating him off, her hand working faster and faster. The hot length of manmeat pulsing so powerfully began to arouse Jennifer. She loved the feeling of a hard prick.
That she would get the money rightfully due her was an added bonus.
"Of course it's nice," she said, moving closer and shrugging off her blouse. "You don't know how nice it can get-but you will." She rubbed against him like a cat welcoming a newcomer. Her nipples popped out, hardening with lust. The thin bikini top slipped up as she massaged her tits against the teller's arm. Her big boobs spilled out, causing him to gasp in amazement.
"I knew they were big," the teller said, eyes wide with awe and desire. "I didn't know they were this big."
"If you see something you want, why not take it and pop it into your mouth?" Jennifer arched her back and thrust out her tits for him. He bent over and licked and lapped at the aroused flesh.
Every touch of his wet tongue sent a new surge of desire ripping through her. She moved back and perched her pert ass on the edge of the president's desk. When the brunette moved around so her legs were on either side of the man's body, she knew she couldn't take much more. Her sleek body felt like a string pulled taut and ready to be plucked.
When his tongue touched her belly, Jennifer thought she might cum. She leaned back on the desk and supported herself with her arms. Her slender legs stuck out straight on either side of his body as she scooted forward so her crotch caressed his.
"Your cock," she gasped. "It's so big-and so hard. I want it inside me. Take me here. Like this!"
She closed her green eyes and leaned back even more so he could pull off the bottom of her thong bikini. Her mind came loose from her body, floating on a rising tide of excitement. It seemed as if she spent more time out of the swim suit than she did in it.
And Jennifer loved every second when it was down around her ankles!
"What lovely pussy lips. So pink and delicate," the teller marvelled. Jennifer felt a thick finger moving along her delicate flesh before plunging into her dripping trench.
"I don't want your finger frigging me," she gasped out. "I want your prick!"
Jennifer got it in a smooth forward stroke that almost made her pass out with rapture. One minute she felt his finger wiggling around in her moist interior. The next it vanished, only to be replaced with a thick, hard, throbbing erection.
Every vein stood out on the tellers dick, and she felt them all pulsing with desire for her. She started to order him to fuck her, to get on with it, when she opened her eyes and looked past the teller. Standing in the doorway was an older man. He had gray hair and was dressed in an expensive pinstriped suit.
"What the hell's going on?" the man roared. "Jensen!" The man-obviously the bank president-slammed the office door behind him and came forward. "What's the meaning of this?"
"If you don't know, it's not too late for me to show you," Jennifer said, her arms going out to hold the teller where he was. She enjoyed the sensation of his fat cock bucking like a stallion deep within her.
The beautiful brunette hopped forward and came off the desk, being sure to keep the teller's cock where it belonged. Her hands reached around and cupped the man's butt, pulling him forward. She sighed with the feelings building within her.
"Frankly, Jensen," the president went on, "I didn't think you had it in you."
"He doesn't," Jennifer said. "It's in me."
"Where / want to be," the president said, running down his zipper. He moved behind Jennifer-and she bent slightly to allow him to work his thickening love shaft between her fleshy asscheeks.
"Wait!" Jennifer cried. "Jensen promised me-
"I'll do whatever he promised-and double it," the bank official said. He worked his hips around, as if stirring her cunt with his lust hardened dong. Then he wasn't able to speak any more. He grunted as the spearhead of his prick found her tightly clenched back door.
The tip banged a couple times into the puckered ring of pink muscle. Jennifer had to force herself to relax. It wasn't easy with one man buried full length up her pussy and another trying to enter her from behind, but she managed. And the reward was well worth the effort.
Both men surged forward at the same time, their cocks separated only by her delicate inner membranes. Jennifer shuddered and would have collapsed if she hadn't been so thoroughly speared from front and back. Jennifer loved sex, craved it more than any of her friends, and was never afraid to experiment.
The gorgeous girl had never felt like this before, with her pussy filled with one cock, her ass stuffed with another. She clung to the teller for support as she rubbed her sensitive tits against his chest.
"Work together," she urged. "One in, the other out. Start slow and build up the speed." She groaned as the bank president pulled almost all the way out of her tightest hole and waited for his employee to drive forward, impaling her cunt.
And then they began an in-an-out fucking rhythm that took her breath away. From her loins grew a carnal heat she could not deny. The heat swelled within her, building from two different orifices. The friction of two cocks fucking her robbed Jennifer of speech. She closed her bright green eyes and let the hot tide of passion rise within her.
"No!" she cried when she felt the teller's prick buck and jump inside her. He was cumming-too soon-and she wanted, lots and lots more!
"Don't worry, I won't disappoint you," bank president told her. And he didn't.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Keep going," the teller gasped, backing away from Jennifer. She felt abandoned, and lost, without his prick inside her. She wished he hadn't cum so fast-but the bank president gave her no chance to worry about the loss of a few meaty inches. He was giving her plenty from behind. Each time he slid forward, his hips snapped hard and drove his prick even deeper into her rear passage.
Jennifer sobbed with the impact and bent forward, her perky, curved butt fitting perfectly into the arch of the man's groin. His cock shot far up her ass and then stayed for a moment. She felt the broad tip working away inside her. Every twitch gave a bit more pleasure.
"Take it, take it all," the man growled from behind her. He began putting it to her faster and faster, his thick organ flying. Friction mounted within Jennifer's guts. She fell across the man's desk, arms outstretched. He moved to stay behind her, driving into her.
His hands reached around her waist and stroked over her now-empty cunny. Jennifer panted with ardor when his fingers spread her gash and dipped inside. Somehow, he found the pink button of her clit and pressed into it as he fucked deeply up her ass.
"How much do you like it?" he demanded.
"I love it. I can't get enough of you," she sobbed out. The girl's trim young body trembled under the erotic attack. From a dozen different directions, pleasure hit her like a hammer blow.
Her cunt had been sensitive from the fucking. Now it was on fire with new desire. Her tits pressed down hard into the desk. The nubs of her nipples tried to poke holes through the wood. Every beat of her heart made her titflesh feel more alive. The way the man's trousers rubbed across her naked butt produced different sensations, ones Jennifer couldn't identify.
But she had no trouble knowing what his cock driving so far up her tightest opening did. She blazed with ardor that could not be denied. She tried to tell him to slow down, to draw out the sexual tension. There was no holding the man back. She jerked when she felt his cock explode deep inside her ass.
Sagging forward, Jennifer lay in a pool of her own sex sweat for a moment, hardly aware of what went on around her. When she finally came out from under the explosive orgasm that had robbed her of her senses, she heard the president asking the teller about her account.
Jennifer rolled over on the desk and sat up, her legs still spread wide. She tingled from the double fucking and wouldn't mind a little more-after she got her money.
"So?" she asked. "Did he explain the problem?"
"Of course he did," the president said, frowning. He zipped up his pants. Jennifer watched the thick penis vanish. She sighed. It wasn't a cock anymore-but it could be again. The sexy girl licked her lips as she considered all the ways she might get it to stand tall, proud and rock-hard again.
"I'm afraid there is nothing we can do to help you."
"What?" Jennifer blinked in surprise, the last of the warm glow from the dual fucking gone in a flash. "What do you mean?"
"Mr. Bruckner is a director of this bank. We cannot go against his wishes in this matter."
"But you and your flunky will fuck his stepdaughter, is that it?"
"Don't be ridiculous," the bank officer said, moving around to sit in his high-backed leather chair. "Nothing has happened in this room, save for a calm discussion of your situation.
And a lovely situation it was, I might say." He ogled her bobbing tits. Jennifer suddenly felt naked. And madder than hell.
"I don't need that money. Tell the old fart to shove it up his butt."
"I'm sure Mr. Bruckner won't have as much fun doing that as I just had," the bank president said, grinning broadly.
Jennifer stormed out of the office. She didn't even bother to pull up the bottom of her string bikini. The skirt of her cotton dress flew behind her as she stalked from the bank. More than one customer turned and stared, the men hiding the growing bulges at their crotches and the women silently hating her for being so shameless-and having such an effect on the men.
Outside in the hot sun, Jennifer took the time to dress, such as it was. The full impact of her situation began to hit her. She had left her stepfather's house in a rush of anger and now she had only her swimsuit and her car.
Nothing else. He had cut off her money. Her credit cards were no good. Rupert Bruckner had threatened her boyfriend and frightened him off.
Jennifer sat in her red sports car, getting angrier by the minute.
"I won't let you get away with this, you big prick," she said. Then she laughed. "You're not a big prick. You're a little one. An insignificant one!" She keyed the powerful car to life and drove away. She didn't know if anyone in the bank would call the cops to complain about her naked exit, but she didn't want to take any chances.
No man in the bank would, but Jennifer wasn't sure about the women.
"Women," she mused. "I've about had it with men for the day. Maybe Amber will help me out. She's always good for a few bucks when I need it."
Jennifer drove through the streets, careful not to go too fast now. Her stepfather might have canceled her driver's license, with all the power he had. She might be able to talk her way out of a ticket but didn't want to find out.
"There's her apartment. And it looks as if she's home. My luck's finally changing." Jennifer jumped from the red Jaguar and walked across the lawn to the apartment complex swimming pool where her high school friend stretched out to catch some rays.
They had hung out together through their senior year. Amber was about the only one in her class that came close to matching Jennifer in looks-or her incredible liking for sex.
The blonde's body had bronzed perfectly in the sun, and Jennifer didn't see any hint of tan lines. Amber had to have sunbathed in the nude, though now she wore only the tiniest yellow string bikini that was even smaller than Jennifer's thong style. Amber propped herself up on one elbow and waved to her.
"Hey, Jen, come on over. Where've you been keeping yourself? I haven't seen you in months. Has lawyer-man Luke been keeping you that busy?"
"Don't talk to me about that scumbag," Jennifer said, dropping into the lawn chair next to her friend.
"That wasn't the way you talked about him the last time I saw you. What happened?" Amber listened closely as Jennifer told her every sordid detail.
"So the old creep actually got it on with you, then refused to let you take your own money out of the bank? That's a crime!"
"His teller was even worse. He could never have given me my money, but he led me on. I'm so furious!"
"Come on up to my place and cool off. It's getting too hot out here for me, and this is hardly the spot to discuss things." Amber looked around and saw how many of her neighbors had edged closer as they eavesdropped on Jennifer's story.
"Yeah, why turn the bastards on. Men. I don't want anything to do with them, ever again!"
"Now, now, Jen, I know you. You're just mad and don't mean that." Amber put her arm around the slender brunette's shoulders and pulled her closer. "You couldn't live without sex for longer than twenty minutes. Less!"
Jennifer turned her head slightly and studied the curves of her friend's lush body. Amber's tits were as big as her own, and the blonde's waist might be even smaller, giving her hips and boobs the appearance of being larger. The fleshy mounds of her buttocks rolled like tanned bowling balls on either side of the single string wedged up the crack of her ass.
And the way her tongue kept poking from her mouth so just the pink tip was exposed. It would make a quick trip around her ruby lips and then vanish back into her mouth.
"Inside," Amber said, her hand lingering for a moment as she touched Jennifer's back. That hand dipped lower for a moment, cupping an asscheek and squeezing. Jennifer felt herself getting all hot and gooey in the crotch.
"Don't start anything you don't want to finish," the brunette said softly. Amber guided her into the apartment and closed the door.
For an answer, Amber moved around and kissed Jennifer passionately on the lips. Feelings hidden deep within her body awakened. For a moment, Jennifer tried to push her friend away. Then she melted like an ice cube in the summer sun and returned the kiss with all the intensity locked within her sensuous, needy body.
They didn't have much in the way of clothing to discard, and for that Jennifer was happy. She wanted to get down to it right away. She put her arms around Amber and pulled the blonde closer. Jennifer moaned softly when she felt her sensitive nipples rubbing into Amber's lust-hard nubs.
"Suck on them," Amber said. "It drives me wild when anyone sucks on them."
Jennifer eagerly lowered her lips to the left nipple and drew it into her mouth, treating it to both suction and light nibbling. When she bit down Jennifer found out how accurate her friend had been.
Sucking, nibbling and licking the blonde's tits did drive her wild. Amber moved forward and shoved out her chest. Trying to stuff the succulent mound entirely into Jennifer's mouth didn't work.
"More," Amber sobbed. "I'm all weak in the knees from feeling your tongue against my nipples. I love the way you nip at them, too. Both of them. Oh, Jen, Jen! This is great!"
Jennifer wasn't satisfied with only sucking and lapping at her friend's titflesh. Her lips worked down lower, much lower. She quickly discovered the tangled nest of blonde pubic hair. Her tongue shot out again, this time burrowing into the matted nest to find the girl's nether lips. Parting these pink flaps, Jennifer discovered an already erect little nub of flesh.
She sucked on Amber's clit and caused the blonde's knees to buckle. They sank together onto the soft carpet. Jennifer kept her mouth pressed into the other girl's cunt, licking and lapping the salty fluids leaking out. And she pressed her tongue into Amber's clit until the blonde shuddered and came.
"So fast! I hardly ever get off this quick. Your mouth is magic, Jen. Magic. Now let me do you."
The brunette wasn't going to tell her friend to stop. The tingling within her own taut body built and spread. Jennifer moaned softly when Amber toyed with her tits, doing things with her tongue and breath she had never felt any man do. First came the hard-driving tongue, pushing deep into the soft flesh beneath.
Then a light nip. Then Amber sucked for all she was worth, causing the nipple to expand like a red, pointing finger. A light breath, a gust of hot air, Amber did it all to her, turning her into a blob of needy womanflesh.
"Don't stop now, damn you," Jennifer cried. "I need more, a lot more!"
And she got it. Amber worked her way down her friend's naked body, over the slight dome of her heaving belly, past the crinkly pussy fur and then lower. She kissed and licked Jennifer's thighs. Every oral touch set off a new nerve of pleasure in Jennifer's body.
This was fine, but, she wanted more, she needed more.
Words jumbled in her throat but Amber understood her need. The blonde worked her way back up her body and rubbed her huge tit across Jennifer's gash. The nipple found a blood-filled clit and duelled with it until Jennifer was writhing on the floor.
Amber's arms circled her friend's waist, holding her close. The sexy blonde continued rubbing her tits across Jennifer's gash until the woman was about ready to blow up with lustfulness.
"Together, I want us to cum together," Jennifer cried. Somehow, Amber turned around and their cunts pressed tightly together, their legs in a scissored position. Rocking back and forth produced the friction across their turgid cunt lips needed to get them both off.
Brunette and blonde locked in desire rolled over and over on the floor in an erotic dances, their pussies grinding together frantically.
Jennifer twitched and quaked and let the cum surge through her. She trembled at the stark intensity of the orgasm. She thought she had felt the height of sexual release before, but Jennifer knew now she was wrong. Amber took her to places she had never been.
"Not right away," she begged, startled at herself. She was usually insatiable. "I need to rest. Just for a few minutes."
Amber grinned wickedly and spun around so the two lay side by side on the floor. "I understand. Sometimes it gets too intense to go on. But if we do, it's always worth it."
A light touch here, a heavier stroke there, and Jennifer found herself responding fully once more to her sexy blonde friend. Lips and tits and cunts and legs and bodies all moved together until Jennifer lost track of where her body stopped and Amber's started.
A disjointed thought hit her, making Jennifer laugh. She had always wanted to be a blonde. And now she could pretend she was. Curling up, she buried her face in a blonde muff, licking and lapping and giving as good as she got. It wasn't long before another orgasm stalked her and seized control.
It was one fine way to spend the rest of the day and forget all her troubles.
CHAPTER FIVE
"You wore me out," Jennifer said, staring at the naked blonde sprawled on the rug next to her. She reached out and touched one of Amber's ample tits, enjoying the smoothness of the flesh as the boobs jiggled under her fingers.
Amber lay stretched out like some tawny jungle cat. She almost purred in delight as Jennifer continued to stroke her tan, luxuriant body. When the brunette's hand touched the thick mat of blonde fur between Amber's thighs, she found only oily slickness.
Amber was ready to go again.
Jennifer sat up and looked at her high school friend. So much had happened in the two years since they had graduated. She didn't know much of anything about what Amber had done-but she definitely knew what the blonde could do. They had just done it and it was great!
"Don't stop," complained Amber. "Unless it bothers you, getting it on with another chick."
"I wonder why we didn't do this in school," Jennifer said, remembering their wild double dates. Sometimes they had swapped guys, the four of them fucking furiously in the back seats of cars. But she and Amber had never found each other until now.
What a waste. Jennifer had enjoyed it. A lot.
"We were busy with other things," Amber said. "So how's life in paradise? The way you came up to me at the pool tells me there's a snake wriggling around in it-or maybe not enough snakes." The tanned blonde's hand brushed lightly across Jennifer's thigh, a finger driving into her cunt and making the girl moan softly.
"So nice," Jennifer said, but she wasn't in the mood right now. She had gotten it on more than enough for any day, no matter how good it had felt with her friend a few minutes back. "I've got to figure out what I'm going to do."
"Pretty sordid stuff, Jen," agreed Amber. "I'd be glad to loan you a few bucks, but I'm tapped out. Totally. You know me. I was always running out of money before I ran out of month. Still do."
"I suppose I ought to look for a job," Jennifer said. She realized for the first time how easy she'd had it at the mansion. Her mother had been loaded after her father died. Jennifer had always assumed the money would be hers until Rupert Bruckner came along and her mother died.
"What can you do?"
Jennifer shook her head, running her slender fingers through a tangle of brunette hair. "I don't have a clue. I've never had to work, and I don't guess there's much besides flipping burgers that I can do."
"Well, I think you're selling yourself short. What do you do most of the time?"
Jennifer grinned widely. "You mean other than ball the gardener? Shop, I suppose."
"Right! Maybe you can get a job at the store where I work. It's called "Nooks 'n' Crannies."
"The clothing store over on Melbourne Avenue?" Jennifer frowned. She had driven past the store a hundred times but had never stopped. There had always been somewhere better to go, somewhere more exclusive.
"You know clothing. I remember how you dressed. And you've got a personality that would make you perfect."
"Personality? Sounds like I'm somebody's idea of a blind date: 'She's not much to look at but she has a great personality.'"
Amber moved closer, her hand cupping one of Jennifer's ample tits. She bent over, her lips brushing lightly over the still blood-engorged nipple. The brunette gasped when her friend took the nipple in her mouth and sucked hard.
"Great tits, too," Amber said, backing away. "That's a real asset at the store. We get a lot of young kids in, guys hunting for stuff to buy for their girlfriends. They're all the time asking if I'll model for them."
"Do they even have a girlfriend or are they looking for a cheap thrill?"
"Who says I'm cheap?" Amber shot back. "And there's a lot of hanky-panky going on among the staff, if you know what I mean." Amber made a circle with her thumb and index finger on her right hand and ran her middle finger on her left hand through it.
"Is it worth it? The guys, I mean." Jennifer sat up straighter, considering the possibilities. She didn't mind having to work at a job to pay the bills, but this could be icing on the cake if the guys were real studs.
"They are, especially the boss. You'll love his hot buns," Amber said. "And he'll love yours." The blonde ran her hand down Jennifer's back, making the brunette shiver with anticipation. She leaned back on the rug as Amber moved closer, entirely covering her naked body with wet kisses. Jennifer had wanted to get on down to Nooks 'n' Crannies after listening to her friend's description, but Amber convinced her she could wait. For a while, anyway.
"From all the stories," Jennifer said, staring at the front of the store as they walked up, "it ought to be called Nookie 'n' Cunnies."
Amber laughed in delight. "That's a lot better name. We're always trying to get Mike to change it to something more extreme, but he says he likes it the way it is."
"An old fart," Jennifer decided. They entered the store and she saw there was nothing conservative about the clothing displayed on walls, in tiny alcoves, on mannequins scattered throughout the small store.
Going over to one blouse, she ran her hands over the netting that comprised most of the front and let out a low whistle. "This is cool stuff."
"Glad you like it," came a deep voice. Jennifer looked up-and up and up-to about the tallest dude she had ever seen. And handsome! This skyscraper had a smooth tan and a face that might have been chiseled from granite, the artist working to perfection before stopping. Bare chested, he showed off powerful muscles that would be the envy of any jock at the gym.
The tight shorts he wore were as far as Jennifer got before he asked, "See anything you like?"
"Yeah, everything," she said honestly. "Jen, this is Mike, the owner of Nookie 'n' Cunnies."
"Some name change," Mike said, not offended or embarrassed. Jennifer decided she was liking the store more by the second. Amber quickly introduced them and explained how Jennifer needed a job.
"You guys must be psychic or something," Mike said. "Lotta never showed up for work this morning. That's why I'm taking a turn at clerking. I called and she split with her boyfriend, maybe going to Cabo San Lucas. Nobody knows where or when-or if-she'll be back."
"Then I'm your girl," Jennifer said.
"You have the looks," Mike said. "Not that I'm not an equal opportunity employer," he added hastily.
"That's true, Jen," the blonde piped up. "Mike likes blondes and redheads as well as brunettes."
"Take over for a while, Amber," Mike said. "Let's go into the office and get some of the paperwork out of the way." Something in the way he said this put Jennifer on her guard. She put a little extra wiggle into her walk as she entered Mike's office.
If anything it was even smaller than she had thought possible. There was hardly room for a chair in front of the small desk. Jennifer couldn't help thinking how different Mike's office was from the bank president's. And how different Mike was.
He closed the door and pressed close to get around her. Jennifer sucked in her breath as he went by. His muscles were just the way she liked them. Hard. She couldn't help wondering if Mike's cock was the same way.
"So, where do I sign? I want to get started right away," Jennifer said.
"Well, it's not going to be that easy," Mike said. "The store's not doing all that well. I hate to say it, but when Lotta didn't show up, it solved a problem for me. I don't have to figure out how to pay her. The money's not coming in like it was when we opened, so it can't go back out in salary."
"You figured you would replace her yourself?"
"Something like that," Mike admitted. "I trust Amber's judgment and you're super but-"
"I can double your sales," Jennifer said, inspiration hitting her. "Don't pay me any salary-put me on commission. I know how to make the merchandise fly out the door."
"How?"
"I'll show you," Jennifer said, eyeing the rack of clothing at the side of the room. She went to it and hastily flipped through the offerings, picking one particularly skimpy bikini. She never hesitated as she stripped off the clothes Amber had loaned her and stood bare ass naked in front of Mike. She stepped into the swimsuit and wiggled to get her tits settled down just right.
The brunette knew how this looked-and Mike could also see her in a full length mirror on one wall in the office. He was getting a treat no matter where he looked. And Jennifer saw how intent he was on her firm butt and gently swaying boobs. She turned and jumped onto his desk, kicking papers aside so she could pirouette like a high fashion model on a runway.
"Here's one way to get customers to buy. Model the goods for them."
"I like what I see, but-" he started. Jennifer didn't let him get any farther. If he talked himself into not hiring her, she knew it would be a mistake. For both of them.
She lightly jumped to the floor and rummaged through a box of lingerie. She tossed aside the bikini and wiggled into a frilly black lace bustier. Jennifer settled her breasts down into the cups, letting her titflesh bulge up and out. Stroking her hips, she worked it down enough so that it came to her waist. Then the brunette found a black lace garter belt and swung it around.
"What customer could resist after seeing me in this outfit?" she asked. "They'd know how their girlfriend would look beforehand and they'd buy two!"
"Any chick seeing you in that outfit would leave. They'd know they could never compete," Mike said.
"There are different ways to sell the women," Jennifer said, finding stockings and slowly drawing them up over her shapely legs. She paused when she reached her thigh and looked over at Mike.
He had pulled himself up hard against his desk, his face strained. She knew the effect her fashion show was having on him. She languidly drew on the second stocking, this time turning so her pussy was exposed.
"Let's pretend you're a customer and I'm trying to sell you on this outfit," she purred. Jennifer strutted over, wishing she had on nine-inch spike heels.
"Sir," she said, "feel the material. Isn't it the softest you've ever felt?" She drew Mike's hand up the side of the bustier until it came to rest on her left tit. She shrugged slightly, putting even more breast into his palm. When she felt him start to squeeze, she turned away, denying him the cheap feel.
"And the garters. Perfect for that quiet evening at home that can turn hot, hot, hot." She edged closer, this time moving his hand across the tender skin of her inner thigh. Jennifer shivered. She was getting into the playacting. Her insides churned with need for what Mike had to offer-and she wasn't thinking of a job.
From where she stood, she could see the bulge growing in his tight nylon shorts. His erection was as long as he was tall-and Mike stood six foot six if he was an inch!
She pushed him back down into his chair when he tried to stand up.
"What'll it be?" she asked, hardly trusting her voice. Passion locked her words in her throat as she stepped across his chair and settled down on his lap. The big bulge growing under her crotch promised more by the second.
"You," Mike said. "You got me so damned hot, there's no way I can hold back."
"Do," she urged, "for a while." Fumbling below her, Jennifer got his shorts pulled down to expose the thick pole jutting up from his groin. It was even bigger than she had imagined!
She started to back off, to position herself, but his hands caught her around the waist. With an impressive display of strength, he lifted her up and sat her down across his lap, her legs spreading wide as she straddled the chair.
The chair and his huge cock.
Jennifer gasped as the long, fleshy pole penetrated her. It raced past her sex lips and all the way into her pussy. One instant she was hollow and needing him, the next she was filled to overflowing.
"Ohh, ohh!" she gasped. "You're even bigger than I thought!"
"And you're even tighter than I imagined," he said. His hands began roving over her body, along her trim thighs, across her heaving belly, up to cup both her tits. This time she let him squeeze and she felt the full effect.
Bolts of lightning surged into her from all sides, arrowing up from her pussy and down from where he manhandled her boobs. Jennifer rocked from side to side, twisting around the thick plug rammed so far up into her.
Then she began rising up and off his cock. It slid from her cunt, only the thick head remaining in the cradle of her nether lips. She tried to deny herself, to draw out the anticipation. She couldn't. She had to have Mike back inside her. Simply relaxing her legs, Jennifer plunged downward and took his full ten inches all the way up into her pussy again.
Repeatedly rising and falling, she fucked herself until the friction burned at her insides. Ignited with pure lust, the girl twisted and turned, rose and dropped, getting as much of the man's prick as she could.
And he was not simply sitting in the chair, letting her fuck herself. Mike's hands wandered over her body, finding nipples to tweak, sensitive earlobes to suck and nibble. Everything he did to her built her lust for him.
"More," Jennifer groaned. "Give me more!" She was at the edge of orgasm and had no idea what he might do to increase her delight in the fucking.
But Mike found a way. His strong arms circled her waist and pulled her close. He buried his face between her boobs and began kissing with great gusto. His tongue lashed out and touched each of her tits, skiing down one snowy white slope and racing up the other. Whenever he found the smooth plain surrounding a nipple, he sucked it hard.
And then his roving hands cupped her buttocks and spread the asscheeks, giving her the sensation of being ripped apart in a dozen different ways. The carnal assault on her senses pushed Jennifer ever higher until the sexual tension got too much for her.
As she pounded down on his huge cock, as his tongue roughly licked around a nipple, as one hand gripped her buttock and the other sent a finger wiggling up her asshole, she came.
How she came! The orgasm almost ripped the top off her head, it was so intense. Thrashing around, screaming and moaning and crying, she rode on the fierce winds of ecstasy until she thought she would die.
Collapsing as the fierce grip of joy eased a little, Jennifer put her head on Mike's shoulder.
"It's always been good," she said, panting. "But never this good. It was great!"
"Great," he echoed. "Do I feel drained! That pussy of yours clamped down so hard on me, I thought I was hooked into a milking machine."
She pushed away and reluctantly left her berth on his lap. His mighty pillar sank slowly, going to sleep for the moment. All Jennifer could think of was enticing it back into action.
"All right," he said.
"So soon?" Her eyebrows arched.
"Why not?"
"You're more than human. You're a superman." She reached for his cock, thinking to stroke it back to full erection.
"I meant the job," he said. "You're hired. Now will you let the poor thing rest? It's had quite a workout."
Jennifer licked her lips and smiled. "All right. I'll give it a break. For the moment. But right now, I'd better get out there and earn my keep."
The sexy brunette wiggled in the bustier, getting herself put back in. Then she found a pair of sheer panties and stepped into them. She wanted to sell merchandise, not get arrested for causing a riot in the store.
As she left Mike's office, she turned back and looked at her new boss. He was sitting behind his desk with a stunned expression on his face. Jennifer knew the feeling. It had been that good for her, too.
And it would be even better the next time they got it on!
CHAPTER SIX
"I don't know if I'm making any money but I'm having a great time," Jennifer told Amber. "Nooks 'n' Crannies is a great place to work."
"You're making oodles of money," the blonde assured her friend. "So much more than I am, in fact, I'm thinking of trying some of your tricks to get the customers to buy." The blonde shoved out her chest until the hard buttons of her nipples pressed against the thin fabric. "Do you think Mike would let me go to straight commission and forget about the measly salary he's paying me? I can sell as good as you."
"Oops, this one's mine," Jennifer said, seeing a couple enter the store. She had worked here for three days and couldn't remember having more fun. Not only did she get along great with the customers, but she and Mike had gotten it on a couple times each and every day. She might get tired of selling clothing, but she would never get tired of taking it off-if it meant Mike was going to fuck her.
Jennifer felt a pang of doubt about going at it so hot and heavy with the store owner. She worried Amber might get the wrong idea. The brunette hadn't figured out if Amber had a thing for Mike or not. She talked about him in a joking way, then would say something serious about how much she enjoyed his cock.
Jennifer wasn't going to give him up, not even for Amber, but she might not have to. From what she had seen, Mike had enough to go around to pleasure everyone in the store.
"Hey, guys, what are you in the market for today? Something really sexy and daring? Or a bit more on the conservative side, like this?" Jennifer enjoyed the way the man bit at his lower lip, his eyes fixed on her tits.
She wore the black net blouse she had seen on the first day in the store. Maybe it was supposed to have a more discreet bra worn under it. Nothing about the way Jennifer wore it was discreet. Pockets placed over her breasts hid a little, but not if she moved. And she was always on the go.
The tight lime green shorts looked as if she had them painted on. And just to show the old joke was true, she had put a dime in the hip pocket. Anyone looking closely enough could see that she had placed it so it showed tails.
"That's a great, uh, blouse," the guy said. He cast a sidelong look at his girlfriend, who only glared at him. Jennifer knew when to cool it if she wanted to make a sale-and how to keep both on the hook as possible customers.
Turning her back on the man, she guided the young woman aside, talking to her about how easy it was to get any guy she wanted if only she dressed the right way. All the while she spoke to the girl, Jennifer wiggled her pert ass and occasionally turned so the man got a good side view of her tits.
When she bent over to find a box under the counter, she stretched her legs just right, giving definition to her tapering calves and firm thighs. If she had asked, the guy would have bought everything in the store for another view of her taut asscheeks. But Jennifer was too clever for that-she didn't want to break them up. She wanted them to both be happy they had come into Nooks 'n' Crannies.
Jennifer convinced the woman she really wanted to buy a sexy lingerie outfit and wear it that night.
"I tell you, if he doesn't just pop his wad at the mere sight of you in it, bring it back for a full refund," Jennifer told the woman in a voice just loud enough for the man to overhear but think she was speaking only to the woman.
The two left the store, the man trying not to be too obvious as he caught one last look of Jennifer in a mirror and the woman clutching her box of frilly, skimpy lingerie.
"She's already plotting what she'll do tonight," Jennifer said to Amber. "They're going to have one hot, sexy session."
"You get off on this, don't you?" Amber said in amazement.
"Why not help the customers get what they want? Do you think she'll be back?"
"Yeah, she will. So will he," Amber said.
"Then I'll see what I can sell him," Jennifer said. She tried to keep tally of her sales but lost track. Mike had promised her fifteen percent. If she could pull down as much as three hundred a week, she could move out of Amber's apartment and find a place of her own. Sleeping on the couch the first night had been a pain.
Jennifer smiled as she watched her friend greet another customer. The second night they had slept together in Amber's bed. That had been great, though neither had gotten any sleep. And the third night wasn't much different. Jennifer enjoyed getting down with Amber, but not every night. She dug guys too much to spend all her time with another woman.
A big smile crossed Jennifer's lips when she saw a timid guy enter the store and look around as if he might be chased out at any instant. She had seen others like him come in and knew how to handle him.
"May I help you?" she asked politely. Even as the brunette spoke, she was eyeing him. He might seem bashful but he was different from the others who came into Nooks 'n' Crannies as he had done. Broad shoulders, trim waist, buns that made her heart pound-he was one good-looking guy.
"I, uh ... yeah. This is a little embarrassing," he said. "I'm looking for a gift."
"For your mother?" Jennifer suggested, knowing full well no son ever shopped for his mother in a store this radical.
"No, no, for my girlfriend. I don't know what to get her for her birthday."
"I know one gift she'd love," Jennifer said, noticing the bulge in his crotch. Just ogling her in the see-through blouse was getting him hot in a big way. If the size of the bulge meant anything, any girl would be thrilled with what he had to offer.
"What?"
"This," Jennifer said, not saying what had already crossed both their minds. She tried to ignore the way he blushed. She didn't see too many people these days who got embarrassed at discussing sex. Pulling a sheer apricot colored silk blouse from a table, she held it up. "What woman wouldn't love this?"
"I don't know. That might be a little small."
"What's her size?"
Again he blushed. "I don't know," he answered. "About your size, I guess."
"Then I'll try this on and you can see how it'll fit your friend." Jennifer took him by the arm and led him toward the rear of the store. "I'll change real quick and give you a private fashion show."
He bobbed his head up and down, as if he didn't trust himself to speak. The more she saw of him, the more Jennifer wanted to get her hands on what was throbbing so obviously in his jeans. The shy approach worked with her every time, but she wasn't sure if this was a come-on. The man might actually be bashful.
She dropped her black net blouse onto the floor and slipped into the silk blouse, sighing with the sheer indulgence of silk against her bare flesh. Not wasting a minute, she hurried back out of the dressing room to show her customer how the blouse looked.
She thought he'd pop his wad then and there.
And Jennifer found herself wanting him more than she could have imagined. Too many guys came on strong with dumb lines. His modesty was a turn-on, big time!
"That looks great. I'll take it!" he blurted.
"Oh, wait, not so fast," she said. "You might find something that's even sexier."
"No way, nothing's sexier than you-" He flushed again when he realized what he'd said.
Jennifer grinned hugely and took a step closer so only he could hear. "There's nothing wrong with paying a girl a compliment. Coming from a stud like you, it's a big compliment." She pressed her hand against his bulging crotch and felt its quivering response.
"I don't know," he said uneasily. He looked around as if his girlfriend would leap out from behind a rack of clothing and point an accusing finger at him.
"Then it's a good thing I do," Jennifer said, getting even hotter. "Let me show you the rest of the outfit."
She picked up a matching skirt and went back into the dressing room. But she didn't close the door. She left it open so he could see her begin to slip out of her tight shorts. Naked from the waist down, the horny salesgirl widened her stance and ran her hand over her snatch.
"Could you help me with a small problem?" she asked. "In here?"
The customer took a hesitant step forward, then grew bolder. He entered the small dressing room and closed the door behind him. Jennifer reached around and ran the brass bolt into the hole cut in the doorjamb. They might be in a busy store, but they had all the privacy either of them could want.
"You're so beautiful!" he blurted.
"I'm so horny," she shot back, stepping closer and throwing her arms around his neck. Jennifer kissed him full on the lips. For a brief second, he resisted. Then all inhibition melted away and he gave as good as he got.
She had been afraid he might not know what to do. She didn't mind showing him, but it would have been awkward in the cramped space of the dressing room. It took only a few seconds of his hands running across her bare buttocks, dipping into the deep crevice between them and then finally seeking out her cunt to let her know this stud knew exactly how to pleasure a woman.
Jennifer was moaning and sobbing with joy within a minute of locking the door.
"That feels so good. Your finger's stirring all around inside me. It turns me weak in the knees," she said, sagging just a little.
"Then we ought to do something about it. Stand on the bench."
"What?" Jennifer didn't know what he had in mind, but it intrigued her. She quickly stepped up onto the short bench along the back of the dressing room. His strong arms circled her waist and picked her up.
She yelped in surprise and then sighed with delight as he buried his face in her snatch. His tongue shot out and parted her nether lips, driving straight for her clit. He tongued and licked and when he began sucking, Jennifer felt her insides boiling.
Thick juices welled in her cunt and dribbled down her thighs. The tickling sensation was almost as arousing as they way he slurped up her juices, his lips pressing hard into hers.
When he started tongue-fucking her, she let out a little chirp of delight. A tiny cum shook her, promising more pleasure was on the way.
"What can I do for you?" she asked. "The customer ought to cum first!"
"Hang on. This is going to take some acrobatics."
The brunette cried out in surprise when his grip on her waist shifted. She felt herself being upended and swung about. She had to catch herself to keep from banging her head on one wall as he turned her over. She ended up with her hands on the low bench, her legs over his shoulders and his face still pressed firmly into her tangled auburn snatch.
Upside down, Jennifer found her face just inches away from the bulge in the man's crotch. Balancing carefully, she reached up and tried to get his zipper down. She failed. She needed both hands to support herself on the bench. But inspiration hit her as he kept sucking and licking at her pussy.
Bending over a bit more, she got her teeth around the metal tab of his zipper. She bounced up and down and succeeded in running it down the track with a metallic hiss. His purple tipped, blood-engorged cock shot out, banging into her face.
Jennifer wasted no time popping the succulent hunk of manmeat into her mouth. As he worked his tongue back and forth over her pussy lips and occasionally dipped deep into the well of her cunt, she started sucking on his rigid pole.
The guy moaned softly and then put his mouth back to work on her most sensitive part. He began giving her a tongue-lashing she would never forget. He found her clit and sucked on the pink little nub. His tongue ran up and down the insides of her sex lips, teasing and tormenting, driving her wild with lust. And when he drove his tongue all the way into her, Jennifer wondered how she could keep on much longer.
The thick staff throbbing against her own lips kept her from losing all control. She wanted to give him a measure of the excitement he was giving her. Her tongue working on the tiny hole at the end, she tried to ram her mouth all the way down him. For her effort, she was rewarded with a thickening of his shaft. His cock was at the breaking point.
Her nose pressed into his balls, then moved away so she could again lick and kiss along the entire length of his prick. She didn't think it was possible for a man's organ to expand any more-but this one did. Her lips strained to get around the thick plug in her mouth. And when her cheeks went hollow from sucking, she heard him gasp.
He drove his face between her legs and let his tongue lash out wildly. Jennifer wasn't able to contain herself any longer. Orgasm hit her like a sledgehammer, rocking her senses and making her squeeze down on his head with her thighs.
About the time she came, a fiery tide rose in the man's cock. She sensed the white lava flow on the way and greedily sucked to get every drop of his salty seed. She abandoned her handstand in favor of locking her arms around his back. She clung hard to his tensed ass as they both rocked through intense orgasms.
Jennifer slid down like a snake, curling up her legs and getting around to a sitting position on the bench after they had both cum. Sweat drenched her body, causing the silk blouse to stick to her body like a second skin.
The man sagged back against the door, eyes wide and staring down at her.
"That was super," he said in a shaky voice. "I never felt anything like it before."
"With this blouse on your girlfriend, I'll bet you will," Jennifer said, grabbing his hand and pulling it toward her boobs. He squeezed and smiled.
"I hope so," was all he could say.
Jennifer rang up another sale, after she spent a few minutes in the dressing room wiggling around and getting her clothes back on. Neither she nor her customer much minded the sexy acrobatics.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Wow, I'm getting hungry," Amber said, rubbing her fiat, tanned belly. "It's been a busy morning."
Jennifer nodded, dreamily thinking about the guy who had upended her and eaten her pussy. Without even realizing she did it, she reached up and ran her finger along her lips in memory of the way he had tasted. He had seemed shy-but not when they got into the dressing room alone. Then he had come on like a real tiger.
She wished him well with his girlfriend and even envied the unknown woman a little.
"What?" Jennifer turned around to look at her friend. She had heard part of what Amber said but had been too lost in remembering to follow her.
"I'm hungry. I mean belly-growling, deep-down-in-the-gut hungry. Do you want some lunch?"
"I don't have any money. Mike's not going to pay me until the end of the week," Jennifer said. She didn't like mooching off her friend, but had no other choice. She had tried repeatedly to use her credit card and found the banker had been right. The card was canceled. Every ATM machine in town had spit out her card, leaving her broke-and even angrier at her stepfather.
"I'll get you a couple of slices. Benny runs a stand down the block. Best pizza around."
"Thanks. I'll watch the store until you get back."
"No need to worry," Amber told her. "I heard Mike banging around in the back room. If you need help with anything, go find him."
"All right." Jennifer looked at the closed door to Mike's office, thinking about the tall man and his even taller pussy pleaser. She rubbed her crotch and knew she had to have some more of what Mike had to offer.
"Be right back-in a while," Amber added, seeing a handsome guy roller blade to a halt in front of the store. The man waved and from the way Amber smiled, Jennifer wasn't sure the blonde would get back that afternoon. The two of them went off arm-in-arm and Jennifer wondered if she would get even a slice of pizza for lunch.
Wandering around the store, she straightened items pushed out of displays by the customers and checked a few prices to be sure she knew the stock when a customer asked. A clerk fumbling around to find the price tag always bothered her. Better to sound confident and be wrong than to be ignorant and show it.
She started for the office when the bell rang, letting her know she had a customer.
"What a pair these two are," Jennifer muttered under her breath. She felt her heart race a bit faster at the sight of the two men coming into the store. Although the day was hot, they wore skintight leather. For a moment she wondered if they might be gay, then saw that they had put motorcycle helmets down beside the front door.
Bikers.
And they were coming in to look over the merchandise in her store.
"Hi, guys," she said brightly. "What can I do for you today?"
"Just stand there and let us look at you," said the taller of the pair. He was a redhead, his curly hair tousled from being under a helmet. His face was sunburned, giving him the look of someone who had ridden a long way and had done it fast. "I don't think I've ever seen anybody prettier. How about you, Les?"
Les had dark hair, cropped close. A long, thin, pink scar ran across his left cheek, giving him a slightly menacing look. Seeing this sent Jennifer's pulse racing even more. These two looked and acted dangerous. She wasn't exactly sure why, but that excited her.
Sexually. It excited her sexually. She felt the juices deep within her begin churning and she was afraid she might cream all over herself. , "Glad you're so easily taken care of. It must be hard riding a bike all day, feeling that power between your legs and knowing it's nothing but lifeless metal." Her green eyes boldly returned Les's stare.
A tiny smile crept to the corners of his lips, then he smiled. His red-haired friend laughed outright.
"We've been doing some heavy traveling and need a couple of presents for our chicks. What do you recommend?"
"Everything," Jennifer said without hesitation. "Nooks V Crannies is a chic boutique, as they say. You can't go wrong with anything in here."
"I don't think we could," Les said, eyeing her even more openly. He began walking through the store, tugging off his leather jacket, leaving him bare-chested. The way his tight leather pants clung to his butt made Jennifer chew on her lower lip.
Damn, but this was one attractive guy! She liked working in this store more and more, and what difference did it make if she got paid?
"How would this look, Pete?" Les held up a frilly nightgown spun from the sheerest pink. The way he held it made it look as if he had it on. Jennifer had to laugh.
"Not right?" Les dropped it back onto the table.
"No, no, it's great," Jennifer said. "It's just not you. Let me show you how it ought to look." She reached for it, her hand colliding with Les's. An electric spark shot through her, as if she had shoved her finger into a light socket. The biker felt it, too.
She pulled back slowly, bringing the nightie up as she did so. "See how nice it is?" she asked, her body racing ahead of her good sense. She wanted these guys. Both of them. And she wanted them now!
"Can't tell," Pete said, stripping off his denim jacket and casually tossing it to one side. "I never had much of an eye for these things. Why don't you model it for us?"
"All right," Jennifer said, feeling her pussy getting moist at the thought of putting on such sexy lingerie for these guys. She didn't know if they were really hunting for presents for their girlfriends or not. And it hardly mattered. "Let me go into the back room and change into it."
Jennifer walked slowly from the store, glanced over her shoulder, and went into the storeroom. Her heart beat faster and faster as she pulled off her blouse and slipped into the short nightie. For a moment she considered leaving on her shorts and then decided she wanted to give these guys a real show. She skinned out of the shorts and pulled on the lacy panties that went with the nightie.
Only then did she step back to the door only to find both men there watching her.
"How dare you!" she cried, pretending to be outraged.
"You're the one who left the door open. Can you blame us for watching?" asked Pete.
"Only if you don't like what you see," she shot back.
"We do. A lot," said Les. They stepped into the room and closed the door behind them. Jennifer thought her heart would explode. This was dangerous. She didn't know what these guys would do to her. The notion that Mike was in his office did a little to calm her-but not much when she saw the way the two bikers' crotches bulged.
Her pussy began creaming, love sauce leaking out onto the panties when she saw the size of the men after they unzipped and let their monster pricks jump free.
"It's hell out on the road," Pete said. "You were right about the dead metal. It quivers and shakes but it's nothing but a prick teaser."
"You could always stuff yourself into the gas tank-and light it," Jennifer said. She knew she ought to be backing away, screaming for Mike to come help. Instead, she moved closer, her green eyes fixed on the delightful cocks bobbing at her.
"I love a tight ass," Les said. "Almost as much as I do a tight pussy."
"What a coincidence," Jennifer said, her eyes sparkling. "I have both." She reached out and gripped the thickness throbbing with lust for her. The idea that these two sexy dudes wanted her made her tits rise and fall faster. She moaned loudly as Pete grabbed one of her boobs and squeezed.
"Pneumatic," he said. "A real pillow. A guy could lose his face between them."
"Talk, talk," Jennifer said. "Is that all you can do?"
She yelped in surprise when the red-haired biker caught her around the waist and lifted her off the floor. He carried her back to lie flat on the floor, his body pinning her down.
Wiggling her butt around a little, she got her open gash lined up with his big cock, already sheathed in a rubber. She stared into his pale eyes as she reached down and gripped him firmly. With a small tug she got him moving toward the carnal target they both wanted hit. Jennifer gasped in joy when the thick arrowhead of his pecker parted her cunt lips. Her juices boiled out, lubricating her fully.
"This is the way I like it," Pete said. "Tight and wet." His hips levered forward and he sank balls deep into her wanton cooze.
Jennifer almost went berserk with lust. She lifted her asscheeks off the ground and crammed herself hard into the man's crotch. She felt their pubic hair mingling-and she felt the steady pulsing of his cock hidden so far up inside her. Filled with desire, she moaned and sobbed and began trying to take even more of his prick into her cunt.
"Don't forget your old buddy," said Les, watching as the two joined at the crotch. "There's not hardly anything left for me to do but watch. And I get bored real fast when I'm not in on the action."
Jennifer opened her eyes and saw his dong swaying just inches from her face. Reaching out, she snared it and drew it to her lips. She kissed the tip. A ripple of sensation went all the way to the guy's balls. She saw the sac holding his balls contract with her single light kiss.
And Jennifer knew what kind of response she could get if she really sucked!
"Do it, babe, do it good," Les ordered. He knelt down so she could turn and take the end of his dick into her mouth.
Jennifer quivered with lust. She was filled to overflowing by Pete's meaty battering ram. He swung to and from, driving deeper and deeper into her with every thrust. He ground his crotch into her pubic bone. Her pussy mound burned with the friction of their joined bodies.
But it was deep inside her that she felt the most arousal. Every thrust drove his broad headed cock along her love tunnel, spreading the walls and burning her up with carnal friction. Faster and faster he fucked the brunette and set her ablaze with craving for more!
"Ummm, you've got quite a mouth on you," sighed Les. "I like that in a woman."
She ran her fingers all over the hairy bag holding the man's balls. She tapped and teased as she applied her lips to the very end of his cock. The long shaft trembled with ill-contained need. He was on the verge of popping his wad.
"Not yet," she murmured from around the plug of tasty flesh shoved into her mouth. "I want to suck a lot more."
"Babe, I knew we would agree on everything. Do it, do it!" Les wasn't even aware that his hips began a fucking motion, moving back and forth to send his prick deeper into
Jennifer's mouth.
She started sucking as she laved with her tongue. Cheeks going hollow, she drew him farther into her mouth. The rubbery end of his prong bounced off the roof of her mouth. She couldn't deep-throat him without choking-not in this position-and she didn't have to.
Her tongue swirled around the most sensitive flesh on the underside of his dick, and this set him off. The salty tide of his white-hot cum boiled up into her mouth. Jennifer tried to swallow but found she couldn't.
Passion seized control of her from another quarter. The heavy column of cock banging away at her had finally lit a fuse in her guts. Orgasm smashed into her, confusing her, spinning her around and around. Everything jumbled together. She thrashed about under Pete, even as she tried to get the last precious drop of cum out of Les's cock.
The tides of ecstasy slowly ebbed, leaving Jennifer drained and shaken. She had just experienced the biggest orgasm of her young life.
"Babe, you are something else," whispered Pete, rocking back and tucking his limp organ into his leathers.
"I never felt a mouth like that," agreed Les. "I've had experts give me head. It's never been this good."
"Your girlfriends are sure lucky," Jennifer said, staring up at the two men. "I knew from the second you came into the shop that you were real studs. First class, all the way!"
"What's your hurry?" asked Jennifer, pushing up on her elbows on the floor. She felt a warm glow throughout her lush body. She wanted to repeat the sales job she had given them, having Les and Pete switching places.
"We're fucked if we don't hit the road," Les told her. "You've got a great body and a good eye for clothes. What'll this buy us?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick roll of bills. Jennifer thought he would peel a few of them off. Instead, he thrust the entire roll in her direction.
"I don't know. This is a lot of money." She got to her feet when she saw the two guys weren't kidding about being in a real hurry. She cruised through Nooks 'n' Crannies gathering items and trying to keep the prices straight in her head.
"That'll do. Thanks, babe," said the redhead. He bent over. Jennifer thought he was going to kiss her. Instead he dropped to his knees and planted a big, wet kiss on her naked pussy. "See you around!"
And with that both bikers ran from the store, leaving Jennifer behind, weak in the knees and holding more than five hundred dollars in cash.
"That was one great sale, if I do say so myself," Jennifer muttered as she heard the deep roar of motorcycles in the street outside the store.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jennifer heaved a sigh and clutched the money in her hand. It had been a great day. Then she looked down at the mussed up lingerie she had modeled for Pete and Les. This wouldn't do if anyone else walked into the shop.
Smiling, Jennifer grabbed some cute items off the rack and went into the storeroom to put them on. The skirt she had picked up was a size too small, but it stretched nicely over her perky butt.
"Not bad," she said, eyeing herself in a dusty mirror in the storeroom. "I should get all my skirts a size too small." Her tits swayed gently as she turned from side to side. Jennifer enjoyed the way she looked naked-and she knew men did, too.
Sighing, the sultry brunette slipped into the thin floral patterned blouse and tied it so her midriff was bare. She ran her hands over her bare belly, feeling tingles all the way down deep inside. Everybody ought to get laid as she had been.
Another quick look in the mirror told her she had one more thing to do. Making a quick swipe across her lips got rid of the cum there. It had been tasty but she shouldn't go out into the shop like that. Other, less understanding customers might not like it.
Jennifer spun around and studied her trim figure in the mirror, then realized she shouldn't simply take clothing like this. The lingerie was one thing. Mike wouldn't mind that, since she had made such a big sale of other items, but the clothes she wore now were something else again.
Employees didn't help themselves to a store's stock. Jennifer glanced out into the shop but it was dead out there. Les and Pete might be the only action Nooks 'n' Crannies-or Jennifer-would get in quite a while. The brunette suspected that Amber would be taking a very long lunch hour.
"Hope it's as good for you as staying in the store was for me," Jennifer said. She chewed on her lower lip, still worried about putting on clothing from the store. Modeling it for a customer was one thing. Simply taking it was something else.
"Mike owes me," she said. "But I ought to be sure it's okay with him." Jennifer went to the office door and started to knock when she heard low voices inside. Frowning, she pushed open the door a crack so she could spy on the people with Mike.
To her surprise, Mike was alone. Yet she heard low voices, and it didn't sound as if it were the radio. Jennifer slipped into the office, craning her neck to get a better look at Mike. The owner of the shop had his chair swung around so he faced a blank wall-or so she thought until the sexy brunette took another step and saw the small TV screen.
Cables ran from the side of the set to a VCR. Mike was watching some pretty hot action.
Then Jennifer's eyes widened in astonishment. This wasn't just a hot video he had bought. She recognized her own pussy being turned toward the camera as the guy who had eaten her out in the dressing room really got into it. A quick cut and Jennifer saw her lips parting to suck on the stud's cock.
"You recorded it all!" she whispered. Jennifer didn't know whether to be angry or excited. The sight of her getting it on with the customer made her strangely hot. She had always liked sexy movies but had never been the star of one.
Until now!
Jennifer moved another step into the room and saw that Mike had opened the front of his shorts and was working his hand up and down his long pecker. His eyes were fixed on the tiny TV as he jacked off.
"Yeah, baby, yeah. Can you give head! You're the best there is," Mike muttered as his hand flew up and down. "Take this. It's all yours." He squeezed harder around his own dick as Jennifer reached out for the guy's balls and sucked him far into her mouth.
Jennifer decided. She wasn't mad. She was excited!
Moving on cat's feet, she came around the back of Mike's chair and dropped to her knees. As he watched his homemade video, she reached around and grabbed his prick.
"What? What's going on?" Mike yelled, startled to find another hand on his erection.
"Relax, enjoy, enjoy," Jennifer said in a sex-husky voice. "I am!" Her hand clamped down on the hard, throbbing pillar of heated manmeat. Her fingers danced on its length, playing Mike like some erotic musical instrument. He groaned and leaned back.
"You caught me," he said.
"You're a naughty boy. You shouldn't have a camera in the dressing rooms!"
"I only do it to be sure nobody's stealing from the shop," he said. He caught his breath when she squeezed down hard. The throbbing hunk of meat pulsed and bucked as Jennifer stroked up and down it. Her fingers burrowed into the tangled mat of his pubic hair, finding his balls. They had contracted into a tight knot.
She teased them even more and then went back to her stroking.
"Watch the screen," she urged. "Think what it would be like if I did that to you." Jennifer didn't know what kick Mike got out of watching her get it on with a customer when they had already fucked several times. Why settle for a film when he could have the real thing?
"You're too good. I ... I'm almost ready to cum and I don't want to. Not yet. Not like this."
"Would you like my mouth on your cock?" she asked. Jennifer spun his chair around and found her lips at just the right level. She bent over and sucked hard. Mike's ass came off the chair as he tried to ram himself all the way into her mouth.
"No, that's not what I want to do. I enjoyed watching it on the video, but I want something more. I want your long, hard cock reaming out my asshole!"
Jennifer stood and perched on the edge of Mike's desk. He looked at her as she opened her legs, the tight skirt stretched to the breaking point. The fabric gave enough so he could see up under the skirt.
"You're not wearing panties," he gasped out.
"All the better for you to butt fuck me!"
Jennifer's feet hit the floor and she spun around, bending over the desk. The material stretched to the breaking point, pulling her asscheeks taut. She stretched out on the desktop, her tits pressing flat.
She wiggled in sheer sensual rapture. The brunette wiggled her ass so Mike would get the idea.
"I don't know," he said, standing behind her. Over her shoulder she saw the tall man hesitate.
"I do," she said. "I want it. I want that long prick of yours where it will do some good. Don't waste a perfectly good erection when you have someplace to put it!"
"Let me get into the drawer." Mike reached between her legs. She felt his hairy arm stroke her tender inner thighs. New tingles raced through her body.
"What are you doing? Whatever it is, I want more!" The girl rubbed herself back and forth on the desk, her flattened titflesh turning her on. She felt her nipples pumping rigid with excited blood. As long as Jennifer lay flat, it was as if some guy were tweaking her sensitive boobs.
"Protection," Mike answered. "If you really want me where you said, I want more than just a rubber. I want one that's lubricated."
"Ohhh!" Jennifer gasped when she felt
Mike's hand creeping up under the tight skirt. His hand moved back and forth along her oily gash. When a finger entered her, she almost came. Her entire body shivered as if she had been tossed into a freezer.
"Do it," she moaned out. "Do it now. I can't take the waiting any longer."
She shrieked when Mike pushed her skirt up around her waist and stabbed forward with his long pole. The rubber-covered length slid slickly past her asscheeks and all the way to her puckered pink anus.
For a second, Mike paused, as if taking aim. Then a steady pressure took him fully into her asshole. Jennifer gasped and sobbed, not sure whether to cry out in pain or pleasure. The huge cock pushed her to the breaking point-or so she thought for a few seconds. Then as she got used to Mike's huge prick, sheer pleasure replaced any of the pain.
"Oh, yeah, fuck me. Fuck my butt good!" she cried out. Her fingers clawed at the edge of his desk as he sank even deeper into her asshole. Sweating, the brunette tossed her head like a young filly being ridden for the first time.
How she loved the stimulation this gave her trim, athletic body. Nothing turned her on more than a man giving her every single inch of his cock all the way up her rear. Waves of heat radiated out from her tight ass and spread throughout her loins. From her middle, the carnal heat went in both directions.
Her legs turned weak and she sagged more onto the desk. And her tits! They filled with even more blood as her heart pumped in fuck frenzy. Her entire body quivered like a raw nerve.
And then Mike stopped. He just stopped.
"What's happened? Why aren't you-" Jennifer didn't get any farther with her complaint.
Mike had stopped simply to enjoy the intensity of the feelings blasting through his groin. When he realized he was going to cum if he simply stayed still, he pulled back, producing a lewd sucking sound. And then he slammed forward again, driving Jennifer downward.
Bent over the desk, she was held captive-as if she wanted to go anywhere!
His hands stroked along her sides, pressing into the edges of her nipples without actually grabbing them. She tossed her head back again and Mike caught her mane of hair. He held her prisoner as he bent over. He kissed her hard on the lips.
Panting with the fire of their lovemaking, Jennifer gasped out, "Faster. Drive that dick into me faster. I want to burn from your cock, Mike. I want to burn!"
He kissed her again and then gripped her hips with his strong hands. His hips began a deliberate slow movement that drove her wild with need. But the in-and-out of his prick speeded up. He gripped harder on her trim waist and pulled her hips into him.
His crotch fit perfectly against the smooth white curves of her ass. And his cock plunged far up her back door, moving faster with each stroke. Before long, he was fucking the beautiful brunette as hard and fast as he could.
And it still wasn't enough for Jennifer. She widened her stance, causing her asscheeks to tighten around his hard-driving prick. This suited her better, but there was still something missing. And she knew what it was.
Mike never slowed his energetic fucking. Jennifer couldn't ask for any more from the man. But she could do more for herself. One hand slid back and under. Her fingers moved across her sweat and love-juice-soaked pussy mound. Two fingers parted her trembling cunt lips and plunged in. She finger-fucked herself deep enough to feel Mike's cock through the thin inner membrane.
Her fingers pressed hard into her clitoris. And this ignited the hidden depth charge in her guts. The explosion welled up from deep within and totally wrecked her senses. Jennifer thought the top of her head was blasting off as she came. Her body quivered like a leaf in a high wind, one wave of orgasm after another rolled through her from tits to cunt to asshole.
As she keeled over, completely exhausted, she realized Mike was no longer banging away at her back door. He had cum, too. His fuck stick had turned limp in a flash.
Jennifer rolled over on the desk and tried to pull down her skirt. It was too tightly rolled around her waist for that. She lay on the desk staring up at the tall shop owner.
"I wanted to ask you something," she said, her voice still husky from the sex.
"What's that? Anything," Mike said. He dropped the used rubber into the trash and fell back into his chair. His fabulous erection had faded all the way back into flaccid penis now, Jennifer thought with chagrin. But this gave her the chance to ask the question she had sought to ask Mike earlier.
"Can I wear clothes from the store? To show off the merchandise?"
"Hell, Jen, you're showing off a lot more than the clothes!"
She laughed and sat up. "If you let me do more around the shop, things can change for the better."
"They already have," Mike said with feeling. "They already have."
CHAPTER NINE
"So," asked Amber, coming into the shop just before closing, "how'd it go? I hope I didn't miss anything."
"I saw who you went off with," Jennifer said, swinging her long legs under the table where she sat. Most of the merchandise on the table was gone, all sold by her.
"Oh, I was going to bring you lunch. I forgot." Amber didn't sound too contrite. From the way she idly rubbed her snatch, Amber had spent the afternoon screwing like a mink. Jennifer kept from rubbing her own crotch in memory of her own adventures.
Nooks 'n' Crannies was very good to her, in a lot of fun ways. Getting it on with the two bikers had been great, and she tried to figure out if she enjoyed fooling around with Mike even more. That was some setup he had in his office. Seeing herself giving and getting head had been a real turn-on.
"Don't worry about lunch. I got by. I can stand to lose a few pounds," Jennifer said, stroking her slender waist and rubbing her tits seductively.
"Yeah, I agree," Amber shot back.
"What!"
"Those boobs of yours are way too big! They put mine to shame." Amber put her palms under her own ample tits and bounced them, as if weighing melons.
"You don't have anything to fret over," Jennifer told her. And then she cut off any further talk. Why make her friend feel bad about missing some great sex-and some big bucks? Amber had enjoyed her afternoon. And Jennifer had to admit she needed the money more.
She remembered why she needed money and then thought about her stepfather. This made the gorgeous girl fume some more. It was so unfair!
"Since it's so slow, do you mind if you cover for me, Jen?" Amber glanced over her shoulder in the direction of the street. Sitting outside in a small sports car was the guy Jennifer had seen her friend leave with earlier. "It's really important."
"Go on. I might pick up a sale or two," she said. As her green eyes roamed the store, she added, "That window display is the pits. I might get on it, too, just to give me something to do."
"You're a real friend, Jen. Thanks." With that the blonde darted from the door and vaulted into the sports car. She and her boyfriend roared off. Jennifer watched them go and sighed. It was a drag having to stick around the store, even if it was her job and Mike was still in the office.
The thought of her skyscraper-tall boss made her jump off the table. She smoothed a few wrinkles from the skintight dress and hurried back to the office. Her butt was still warm from the fucking Mike had given it. She could do with some more of his long cock.
She reached for the door just as Mike pulled it open. "Hey, Jen, I've got to go down to the merchandise mart to pick up a new order. You're selling everything from the store and I have to restock. Would you stick around?"
"Sure, why not?"
"You might have to stay pretty late," Mike continued. "The lights have been on the blink all day and an electrician is coming out to check the wiring, and he's going to be late. Close up, will you?" Mike tossed her a key ring.
"You aren't coming back?"
"After I pick up the new stock, I've got to drive halfway across town to a meeting. Small Business Association," he added when he saw she didn't know what he meant. "I got elected president and have to show up now and then."
"Yeah, sure thing, Mike," Jennifer said, her spirits sinking. Her boss hurried from the store and vanished down the street. Jennifer wandered around the store, idly rearranging the merchandise until this bored her. She had sold so much, she had little to work with. She kept glancing at the clock, wondering when the electrician was going to come. It was well past closing and the crowds were thinning as it went from day to night outside.
"Screw it," the brunette said. "If I have to wait, I might as well redo that window. It is really lame." She jumped into the display and moved the mannequins showing some of Nooks 'n' Cranny's more conservative clothing. She stripped it off and tossed it aside, then chose racier stuff.
As she worked she heard the shop door open. She poked her head around the display wall and saw a workman with a tool belt slung around his hips.
"I'm here to work on the circuit box," he said when he saw her.
"In the back room. It's the big gray thingie."
"No fooling," he said in disgust. "Everyone's always trying to do my job for me."
"What a grouch," Jennifer decided as the man vanished into the storeroom to work on the lights. She jumped when all the lights went out. The sun had set and she found herself in the window without any illumination.
Jennifer moved some of the figures around, then strung a hammock for part of her new display. Two plaster figurines with skimpy bikinis and another lying in the hammock ought to give a more risque message. At least, Jennifer hoped it would.
As she worked, she saw that the people in the street weren't looking in her direction any more. With the streetlight on outside, it turned the window into a one-way mirror and Jennifer was inside looking out at them. Thinking they couldn't see her, she began making gestures. When no one responded, the brunette went a little farther and pulled up her skirt, mooning the pedestrians and those driving by.
"Now that's what I call a great display," came a voice that startled her. She spun around and saw the electrician standing in the small door leading into the window.
Jennifer realized how exposed she was. She hadn't bothered putting on panties after she and Mike had gotten it on in his office. The electrician got a full view of her pussy-and somehow, it didn't bother Jennifer too much.
"No fooling," she said, her heart pounding a little faster. "Everyone's always trying to do my job for me," mocking his earlier comment to her.
"You're about the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," the man said. "I wouldn't mind doing you-and believe me, it wouldn't be a job!" '
Jennifer studied him and decided he was a lot better looking than she had thought at first. Granted, she'd gotten only a quick look at him on his way into the back room, but his attitude had put her off more than anything else. Maybe he had been having a hard day.
She had-and she wanted more that was hard!
"So?" she asked. "Are you going to stand there or are you going to come over here and show me what you can do?"
"In the window?" His eyebrows arched. "Won't it be a bit public, you know, if we, uh-"
"If we fuck?" she asked innocently. "What difference does it make?" The idea of screwing with people only a few feet away turned her on in a big way. She had a bitchin' bod and wanted to show it off.
A stray light, someone peering into the window, wondering what the moving shadows were up to, anything might expose them.
Jennifer felt herself start to cream at the idea. She began wriggling out of her skirt, pulling it past the flare of her hips and then kicking it off her trim legs. When she started to strip off her thin blouse, the electrician had all he could stand.
She heard his tool belt hit the floor, and then he took her in his arms. He kissed her roughly. His strong hands ran up and down her back, then cupped her asscheeks and pulled her close. Jennifer moaned softly. The thick bulge growing at the man's crotch promised her this was going to be fun.
"Let me," she said, fumbling with his belt. She got it open and worked feverishly on the fly. One by one the brass buttons popped free. And then Jennifer gasped. A prick as big as Mike's jumped from the man's jeans.
"That's one big pussy pleaser," the brunette said. She stroked it and then licked along its underside. Both the erection and the man shivered in delight at her oral assault.
"I don't know about this," he said, a little uneasy. "If somebody turns their headlights on us, we'll be caught like deer in a spotlight."
"Yeah," Jennifer said wickedly, not worrying about being seen. If anything, it made her cunny churn with even more desire. She licked and kissed at the long plug of manmeat, but this wasn't doing her much good.
"In the hammock," she said. "Have you ever made it in a hammock?"
"Might be dangerous," the electrician said skeptically. "I can't even lay down in one of the damned things without falling out."
"Then we'll fall out together-locked together at the crotch." The girl grabbed his dick and tugged gently, leading him to the hammock. Jennifer had never been in a hammock much, either, but the notion of fucking in one turned her on in a big way.
"Who gets on the bottom?" he asked, stripping off his jeans. Jennifer watched in silence as he finished getting naked by pulling off his T-shirt. He didn't believe in underwear. Jennifer didn't know if she found this sexy or not.
What she did find irresistible was the way his prick bobbed and danced around, jumping with every excited beat of his heart.
"You get in first," the seductive brunette told him. "I'll climb on top."
"You talked me into it." He gingerly lay down on the swinging hammock, trying to position himself just right. Jennifer was too horny to give him time to settle in. She straddled the end of the hammock and immediately groaned in pleasure.
The hammock netting rubbed against her aroused snatch as the guy rocked back and forth. She put out her arms and sank forward, slithering into the hammock and over the guy's body. She got her hips over his erection, lifted herself up and then settled down slowly.
Now it was his turn to groan as his pecker sank all the way into her steamy interior. Hot cunt flesh surrounded him and squeezed tightly. It felt as if he had fucked into a velvet glove and the hand was squashing him.
"I didn't think you'd be this tight," he whispered, sweat beading on his chest. Jennifer leaned forward and licked every single bead off.
Then she lifted her hips. She let his fuck stick slide from her until only the tip remained against her pussy lips. Wiggling from side to side gave her a carnal thrill she had never felt before. She rocked in the hammock, almost falling out. And the pressure and warmth of his prick promised even more delights to come.
Rocking back, she shoved her hips down into his groin and took him full-length again. Deep within her most sensitive flesh she felt the steady throbbing of the big blue vein on his cock. Tensing her inner muscles, Jennifer squeezed down and got another surge as if she had plugged into an electrical outlet.
"Never felt anything like you around me before," the man said. He wanted to lift his hips and fuck wildly, but he couldn't. She held him pinned down. The swaying of the hammock also kept him from getting as active as he wanted.
Jennifer sat up, enjoying the way his long cock slipped around in her oily, heated fuck channel. She tossed her head back, long banners of brown hair flying around her face. Her eyes opened and she stared out into the street. For a heart-stopping moment she thought a crowd had gathered to watch them getting it on.
A man and woman had stopped in front of the store window, but they walked on slowly. They hadn't seen what went on only a few feet away. The thrill of possible discovery as she fucked turned Jennifer on in a big way, almost as much as the feel of the man's dick reaming her out.
"I can't hold back much longer. The way you keep squeezing down on me is taking away my control," the man complained. "And I want this to last all night!"
"Maybe it will," Jennifer said. She began lifting and falling on his pecker, taking it faster and faster. The hammock began swinging under her and she fought to keep her balance. Putting her cheek on his chest, she kept up the vigorous back and forth fucking motion that drove his cock ever deeper into her pussy.
The lewd squishing sound of him entering and leaving her cunt turned her on. The sight of cars in the street, of people walking by, turned her on. And the friction burning at her cunt pushed Jennifer over the edge. She moaned low and long as orgasm ripped her apart.
"Aieee," she shrieked, her hips flying about wildly. Every downward shove of her trim hips tried to split her body in half. She wanted his cock to go all the way through her body and come out her mouth. She had to take it all the way, all the way, all the fucking way into her pussy!
A second wave of cum washed through her as she felt his prick blasting out its creamy load. They rocked wildly in the hammock and Jennifer had to fight to keep from being tossed out. And then the wild passion ravaging her trim body subsided. She lay forward, her tits pressing against the man's broad, hairy chest.
"That was ... electrifying," she told him. "Let's do it again!"
"Again? So soon? Baby, I'm not made out of metal. I'm no fucking machine."
"You could have fooled me." Jennifer licked at one of the man's nipples, then worked up to his neck and earlobe. Between her legs she felt faint stirrings from a cock that had gone to sleep after she exhausted it.
"The hammock," he said. "Can we get out of it?"
"Sure, but we stay in the window," Jennifer insisted. She swung out of the net hammock and struck a pose like one of the plaster mannequins.
"What are you doing?" he demanded.
"Haven't you ever wondered what these figures do when nobody's watching them?" She moved slowly, seductively, posturing for him. She thrust out her pussy mound and rubbed it in wanton invitation. Then she turned and showed him the twin curves of her asscheeks. Another turn and she cupped her boobs, offering them to him.
Jennifer cheered when she saw the man's prick jerking erect once more. And then they fucked again in the window, for anyone to watch who was curious enough to look.
CHAPTER TEN
A honking horn woke up Jennifer. She started to sit up and found herself spinning around. She made a wild grab and tangled in a net. Before she knew what happened, she was sitting on the hard floor, her hand caught in the hammock. Eyes wide, Jennifer looked around in panic until she remembered how she had come to be here.
"I fell asleep," she said. She sighed and rubbed her snatch. It still tingled from the repeated fucking she had gotten from the electrician. In front of her, in the street, only a few cars drove past the window.
Getting up, Jennifer pressed her face against the window and saw that she had slept away most of the night. Faint pink fingers edged over the horizon, signaling that dawn wasn't far off. Stretching, she picked up her skirt and blouse but didn't put them on. Instead, she finished redoing the window.
Somehow, the cold plaster mannequins weren't nearly as much fun as the repairman had been. Only when she had everything in precisely the right place did Jennifer leave the window.
In the shop, she stretched mightily, feeling her tits flatten. She rubbed her belly and hips and buttocks and down her thighs. Tension remained, in spite of the continual release orgasm had given her. Or maybe it was simply muscle strain from sleeping in the hammock.
The gorgeous girl tried to remember when the electrician had left the shop and couldn't. He had worn her out sexually, something that wasn't done too often.
"I've got to get his card from Mike," she told herself. "I might need a toaster fixed or something."
Jennifer wandered around the shop, not sure what to do. There wasn't time to go back to Amber's apartment and shower-and she didn't know if she would intrude on her friend if she did. The guy Amber had driven off with was quite a hunk, but he didn't have the devil-may-care look of a guy who went in for three ways.
"Besides," she told herself, "there's not enough time to get to the apartment, and then get back in time to open." She jingled the ring of keys in her hand. Mike probably had a spare set, but Jennifer couldn't be sure. He would be pissed if the shop didn't open at eight to catch the first tide of potential customers streaming past on their way to work.
Jennifer decided to stay. She could always take some time off later when Mike arrived. But this left her with a couple hours to kill. After pacing like a caged tiger for a few minutes, Jennifer drifted toward Mike's office.
She saw the TV set but wasn't interested in how many channels it could pick up. Only one interested her enough to turn it on.
"I hope the power's back on." She flipped the switch and grinned when the screen began to glow. Then she took a few minutes to get the VCR on-but she couldn't find the videotape she had caught Mike jacking off to.
She poked around in the file cabinets but found only stacks of boring records and file folders, all business. Jennifer wanted monkey business. When she tried his desk drawer it wouldn't budge. The simple lock on the drawer wouldn't be hard to force open with a letter opener, but Jennifer didn't want to let him know she had been searching for his tape.
"What a dummy!" she exclaimed. "I know how to get in." She pulled out his key ring and hunted until she found a small brass key that opened the center drawer. Stuffed inside were a half dozen VCR tapes.
"Wow, he's got quite a collection. I wonder if any of them are as hot as the one he recorded of the pussy licking stud and me?" Pulling them out and putting them side by side on the desk, the brunette tried to figure out what Mike had been recording.
She decided there was only one way to find out. She grabbed the first tape, swung around in the swivel chair and popped it into the VCR. It took a few seconds before a picture came onto the small TV screen, but when it did the effort was well worth it.
Jennifer let out a low whistle and felt her insides begin to churn. She sat a little straighter in the chair as she watched Mike and a woman built like a high fashion model fucking their brains out in the dressing room.
"Why, Mike, you little sneak. You've been getting it on with the customers, too." Jennifer got hotter as Mike swung the slender woman around, cupped her buttocks and hoisted her up so her pussy would press down into his throbbing erection. The looks of ecstasy on their faces made Jennifer a little jealous-and a lot hornier.
She hadn't even realized her hand had slipped under the short skirt and had worked up to her gooey snatch. One finger flicked back and forth over her clit, giving her constant sexual surges that rocked her back. Then she plunged two fingers into her creaming pussy.
Her juices leaked out around her hand, lubricating her fingers as she started fucking herself.
Closing her green eyes, Jennifer leaned back and let her thighs drift apart until they were pressing against the tight skirt. She began writhing and moaning as she finger-fucked herself.
"Oh, Mike, you really know how to get it on," she said, her eyes opening to the scene of Mike in the dressing room with another woman, a dark-haired one this time. This woman was heavier-set and looked as if she could pull a train ten-guys-long and still demand more.
Mike hadn't picked her up and wrapped her around his waist as he had the other girl. This one he bent over and took from behind, just as he had Jennifer in the office.
As she watched the hot action on the screen, Jennifer duplicated it with her fingers. Middle finger slippery from her pussy juices, she lifted herself up off the chair and ran her it back toward her asshole. Her puckered anus protested for a second, then let her plunge deeply up her ass.
Adding another finger so she had one up her back and another in her cooze produced a symphony of sensations unlike anything Jennifer had ever felt before. Faster and faster she moved her hand until fires of rapture burned in both passages. She thrashed around as passion mounted within her slender body.
"Can't hold back," she sobbed. And there was no need. She controlled the course of her cum. And it was huge. It rocked her and slammed her back down into the chair to sit, soaked in sweat and breathless.
She blinked a couple times and saw two others on the screen, two women she didn't recognize. They might have been customers or clerks who worked for Mike before Jennifer came along. They started slowly, as if neither expected the other to want what was being offered.
A hesitant touch on a bare breast, a movement of lips across nipple that might have been accidental as one leaned over to pick up a piece of clothing. The two women moved closer together, their bodies touching gently and then moving apart rapidly.
But as Jennifer watched, they spent less time apart and more rubbing against each other like cats greeting one another. Then one took the initiative and boldly kissed the other. Feminine lips crushed into lipsticked lips. Small, bare tits pressed into larger ones. But the passion was apparent in both women.
"This is too hot for me," Jennifer said, but she didn't turn it off. If anything, she felt herself getting feverish all over. Sweat ran in rivers down her sides and breasts, tickling and turning her on. She began to understand the appeal of leather as she writhed in the chair.
The two women Frenched each other, their tongues darting to and fro, dancing from one mouth to the other as their desire mounted. When Jennifer saw one's hand snaking downward, fleetingly touching a bare breast, stroking over a slightly curved belly and then down lower, she couldn't hold herself in check any longer.
Seeing how one woman fingered the other's cunny caused the excited brunette to stand and hike up the short skirt around her waist, leaving her bare assed. Swinging one leg over the padded arm of the chair, Jennifer lowered herself.
The soft leather rested firmly against her cunt lips, the pressure giving her the stimulation she craved so desperately. Eyes fixed on the two women getting it on, she began rubbing her pussy on the armrest.
"Yeah, go for it, do it," she cheered on the women as their lust for one another grew. Jennifer dimly realized she was cheering herself on. The soft leather stroked over her cunt lips and sent shivers of desire racing through her loins.
As her juices leaked out and smeared over the armrest, she slid faster and faster. The friction grew and she almost exploded with need. She tossed her head, sending her long hair flying. One hand held onto the chair to keep it from running away from her and the other stroked over her nipples, tweaking the rock hard nubbins and adding to her arousal.
Now and then she opened her eyes and watched the two women in the dressing room. One had tired of finger-fucking the other and had dropped to her knees to lick some pussy. The expression on the other's face matched Jennifer's. Stark rapture. The sensations built deep within her, starting as she slid along the armrest and then plunging far up into her loins.
When she came again, Jennifer thought she was going to be too exhausted to do anything but curl up on Mike's desk and go to sleep. The electrician had almost worn her out. The short nap had revitalized her enough to get horny. But watching the VCR had sapped all her strength.
She thought she couldn't go on-until she saw the next two on Mike's clandestine tape.
"I know them!" she cried. "They're movie stars. Harry Hines and Veronica Wright! Now isn't that something? They're both married, but not to each other. They came into the shop so they could screw in private and not have anyone know!"
She had seen a dozen movies starring these two. They had perfect bodies and showed up on a dozen magazine covers every month. The guy had starred in some of the largest-grossing movies of all time. Jennifer, when she was still in high school, had gone to every one of his movies.
And she and some of her friends had sat in the rear of the theater and finger-fucked themselves to climax repeatedly watching him on the big screen. He had been a real crush for her.
And now she watched him in a tape nobody but Mike even knew existed.
"What a cock he's got. I knew he was well hung. I simply knew it!"
Jennifer felt a pang of jealousy when she saw how wonderful the woman looked stark naked. Every inch of that body was tanned perfection. When she turned around and faced the camera, Jennifer jumped guiltily. But there was no reason. She was watching them, not the other way around.
Jennifer wasn't sure what the hunk who had inspired so many of her wet dreams was doing. He moved in behind the woman. He might have stuck himself up her anus, or he could have gone farther forward and found her pussy for a long, hard fucking. Whatever he did set the woman on aflame with ardor. She moaned and sobbed and shoved her beautiful ass back into the curve of his groin to get even more of his hard cock.
"An X-rated movie with two of the biggest stars in Hollywood, and they're putting on a private show for me," Jennifer said. She began fondling her own tits, stroking them until they throbbed with need. She wanted a man sucking on them. She wanted the movie star doing it!
But he was too occupied with porking his co-star. Jennifer imagined herself in the dressing room, the hard manhood coming up between her legs and taking her fully. She remembered the feel of a hot, hard-driving cock and fantasized it to be her idol's.
Hands working on tits as she rubbed her thighs together did nothing but leave her feeling unsatisfied. She watched a few more minutes and knew she had to keep going or she'd drive herself crazy with lust.
Then she cried out, "No, you can't. You can't do this!" She leaned over and banged on the top of the VCR, but it did no good.
The tape had run out-and she had missed the climaxes of her two favorite movie stars.
Jennifer sank down into Mike's chair and touched herself. It wasn't any good. She had to have something more than fantasy cock or she would go crazy.
When Mike arrived twenty minutes later, she pounced on him like some wild jungle cat.
They fucked twice before he called her off. And even then Jennifer wanted more. Lots more.
It was going to be a long day for her. She knew that every time she thought of watching Mike's hot videotape.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Who's he?" Jennifer asked, nudging Amber in the ribs. "He's got an ass on him that won't quit!"
"I think he calls himself Rabbit. He is quite a hunk, isn't he?"
"Rabbit?" Jennifer laughed. "Why Rabbit? Unless that's the way he fucks."
"Could be that he's a real animal. See the bulge in his jeans? He's hung like an elephant," giggled Amber.
"Best of all, he works here." Jennifer slowly looked around the store-and hardly recognized it. She had worked at Nooks 'n' Crannies for almost two weeks now and was making good money on commission. But Mike had to be doing better than ever. He had taken over the store next door and had hired five new clerks.
"Mike's got a good eye for the chicks, doesn't he?" Amber pointed to three of the new salesgirls. Mike had hired some real lookers.
Perfect tens. And it made Jennifer feel a little bit insecure. She and Mike had gotten it on quite a few times-she wasn't complaining about that. His cock filled her in a lot of places and in a lot of ways.
But she saw the other salesgirls as competition.
"Why don't they bother you the way they do me?" Jennifer asked her friend. The blonde smiled broadly and shook her head.
"I don't know. Mike and I are friendly but not that way, you know? This is a job for me and not a way of life. I make enough to get by."
"I guess I have something to prove," Jennifer said. "I want to show not-so-dear old stepfather Bruckner the money doesn't matter, and yet all I've done is try to match him dollar for dollar."
"All?" Amber laughed. "I wouldn't say earning money is all you've done. You've increased the business, sure, but you've also been enjoying life a lot more than you did before."
"Sure, right," Jennifer said, wondering if that was true. "Are you going to Mike's party?"
"Business," grumbled Amber. "I have to, even though I had other plans."
"Bring him to the party. As good as Mike's feeling right now, another mouth to feed wouldn't mean anything to him. He's got an entire stretch of beach reserved for us tonight. Barbecue and everything."
"And fleas and getting sand up my pussy. I know what it's like out on the beach." Amber shrugged and said, "I'll be there. I don't know if Bill wants to come. He gets cranky sometimes. If he does, it'll make things more bearable for me."
"Yeah, right, as if a wide-open party will be a drag."
Amber laughed at this. "The party's not going to be the only thing that's wide-open." She reached down and patted Jennifer's inner thighs. "Keep these closed unless you know what's getting into you."
"Hey, there's Bill now," Jennifer said. "You'd better run."
"I'd better do more than that," Amber shot back as she dashed out the door. She waved to the others as she left and then vanished down the street with her boyfriend.
Jennifer felt a hollowness inside she couldn't explain. Luke had been her only serious boyfriend and he had turned out to be a real prick. Her stepfather said "frog" and Luke turned green and jumped like any good lawyer on the payroll.
"Closing time, gang," called Mike. "See you down at the beach later."
Jennifer nodded and left. Mike locked the door behind her but she noticed he didn't follow-and that the three new clerks stayed with him. A week or two back that had been her inside. No longer.
"You doing anything until the party?"
Jennifer jumped. She hadn't realized Rabbit was behind her.
"I planned to wander around and window shop." She bit back the sour comment that this was still all she could afford. If Mike hadn't allowed her to wear clothing from Nooks 'n' Crannies she might be going around buck naked. Most of the money she earned went to pay Amber for her share of rent and groceries. In another week, if sales were good, she could find a place of her own. But, until then....
"I'll buy you an ice cream cone," Rabbit offered. "I noticed you were looking unhappy. What's wrong? Nooks 'n Crannies is a great place to work. Sexy babes-and-hunks coming and going all the time, attractive clothing, a steady job." Rabbit bought Jennifer a vanilla cone and handed it to her. She noticed he got chocolate.
"How'd you know I prefer vanilla?" she asked, licking at the cone.
"I watch, I remember-and why not, with a woman as gorgeous as you? Of all the women working for Mike, you're tops. The utter tops. If the others are tens, you're a twenty. Make that a fifty. A one hundred!"
He was getting himself worked up, and
Jennifer saw exactly how much from the way his jeans bulged at the crotch. Rabbit might have a weird nickname, but he was an attractive guy. The brunette started walking aimlessly down the beach and he followed.
"You're good for my ego," she told him. "Life's been the pits lately." Not really intending to spill her guts about her stepfather and Luke and all that had happened to her, Jennifer tried to stay quiet. But somehow the story unfolded bit by bit.
"So that's it," she finished. "You know the whole sordid history."
"Shit happens," he said. They were seated on the rotting post of an old pier, the waves lapping gently a few yards away. "But sometimes good things happen, too."
"Such as?" Jennifer demanded. She yelped when Rabbit reached over and tipped her cone so the cold vanilla ice cream spilled down her front.
"This is a perfect example," he said. "How do you figure? I've got ice cream all over me!"
"Yes," he said, jumping down from the piling and moving around to face her. "But you can also get it licked off." He bent forward and started licking at her blouse. Somehow, the buttons came loose and his tongue worked roughly up and down the deep crevice between
Jennifer's boobs.
A tingly feeling began working its way into her body. She leaned back and supported herself on her hands as Rabbit continued to lick at her tits. Without even knowing it, her legs drifted wider. She thought then about what Amber had said, then forgot it. Nothing was going to happen that she didn't want. How drunk could she get on a single ice cream cone?
Then the lovely brunette yelped in surprise. A coldness settled on her snatch. Her legs slammed shut, only to find she had trapped Rabbit's head between her silky thighs.
"What are you doing?" she asked needlessly. She felt his hot breath gusting through the tangled nest of her pubic fur. His tongue flicked in and out like a snake's, touching here and there and sending shivers throughout her body.
"I spilled my ice cream. Yummy. Tastes like chocolate-and excited pussy!"
Jennifer closed her eyes again as the man's tongue invaded her most private parts. He applied his mouth to her cunt and began to suck hard. When he found the tiny pink knob of her clit, he gave it special attention.
The tingling she had felt multiplied now. More and more rose a wave of warmth that threatened to drown her. Jennifer moaned softly and lifted her legs, bending them at the knees so Rabbit could get his mouth even closer to her.
She doubted that was possible from the way his lips brushed her labia and the way his chin pressed into her pussy mound. And then she knew it was possible. His flailing pink tongue drove hard into her love tunnel and wiggled. He touched all the sensitive parts, driving her wild with lust.
"Rabbit, don't stop. I never had a man excite me so fast using only his mouth. I-" Jennifer's green eyes shot open and she looked between her legs.
Nothing. The man had run, just like a rabbit. Worse than this, he had turned her on and then left her unsatisfied. The feelings within her trim young body demanded satiation, and she had no way of getting it.
"Damn you!" she cried, angrily looking around to find him. He had vanished into thin air.
There was nothing for Jennifer to do but wait for Mike's party to start-and tremble inside from the nearness of her orgasm.
The party had been going all out for more than an hour. Mike stayed near the giant tub filled with beer and ice, the three beautiful new clerks hovering around him like flies. Jennifer waited for Amber to show up, but her friend had yet to put in an appearance. At loose ends, feeling hornier by the minute, Jennifer wandered around talking to the guests who had showed up.
She quickly found that most of the party goers were business associates of Mike's and not too interested in having a good time. They wanted to talk business. Restless, she circled the party like a shark waiting for food to swim by, except she was hunting Rabbit. He had left her hornier than hell and she wanted him to finish what he started.
Or else.
"Having a good time, Jen?" Mike asked.
"Sure, great time. This is a great party." She didn't bother holding back the sarcasm, but it didn't matter. Mike thought she meant it and moved on to shake hands with two men dressed in suits. Jennifer snorted in disgust. A beach party and they wore white shirts and ties. And they weren't even decent ties.
She took a can of beer from the tub and hiked to the top of a low sand dune. She sank down, staring out across the ocean. The restless waves moved in, their crests shining brightly in the moonlight. Reaching for the beer, her hand closed on thin air. Irritated, Jennifer turned and then sputtered as a shower of beer rained down on her.
"What's going on?" she cried. "This is terrible." Strong hands pushed her onto her back and parted her legs. And she felt a mouth working along the tender insides of her thighs. She tried to clamp her legs together to keep him out, but her body and its needs betrayed her. Almost against her will, her legs parted and let Rabbit shove his face firmly into her needy crotch.
"Hmmm, first vanilla and now beer," came the muffled voice from her crotch. All the brunette could see was the back of the man's head and his butt up in the air as he rooted into her muff.
She tried to speak but her voice caught in her throat when Rabbit's tongue entered her. He licked along the ridges of her sex lips and then tongue-fucked her until she went all weak inside. It was as if he hadn't left before.
"Where'd you go?" she got out. "You didn't finish what you started before."
"I know I was a naughty boy. My ma always told me to eat everything set in front of me. I will this time. I promise, I promise!"
His hands ran up under her legs and hoisted them into the air. Jennifer found her shoulders on the sand, pinned in this bent double position. But complain? Never! The way Rabbit's mouth worked on her cunt put her into a good mood.
"Always loved hairy clams," Rabbit told her, "but only as a first course. How about going on to the main meal?"
"What do you mean? 69?" The idea of mutual oral sex thrilled Jennifer. She reached out for Rabbit's belt. He let her get him free of his jeans. The man's erection bobbed up and down in the moonlight, a silver shaft meant to be eaten. He wasn't anywhere near as long as Mike but made up for it by being thicker. Jennifer could barely circle the bulky plug of flesh with her fingers as she stroked up and down slowly.
"That's good, but this is better," he told her. With a sudden surge, he bent her knees back until they were almost against her ears. His mouth dipped down and his tongue dragged wetly along her snatch. And then he rose up like some monster in the night.
Jennifer's knees rested against his shoulders and Rabbit leaned forward. The blunt end of his cock bumped into her tongue-lashed pussy lips and sent tremors throughout her body.
"Do it, do it!" she moaned. Jennifer was being driven crazy by the way he tormented her. He teased her pussy with his tongue, the cold ice cream, the frothy beer, and then he denied her the cum she had earned. It was torture, sweet torture!
"Are you woman enough to take me?"
"Try me. Stick it in and try me!" Jennifer swallowed hard when the blunt knob of his cock poked between her nether lips and then slowly sank into her cooze. From the way he felt, he had already put on a rubber. Jennifer wasn't thinking too clearly but that had to be why his dick shone like quicksilver in the moonlight.
Then all rational thought fled. He bent her legs down and opened her pussy wide in the same action. His prick drilled deeper into her center and he began fucking with a slowness that strung her out like some kind of sex junkie.
"More, I need more. All of it. Now!"
"Greedy bitch," he laughed, but Rabbit began moving faster. Every forward stroke bent Jennifer double and tightened her pussy walls around his hidden length. And once inside, his prick quivered and shook and bucked like a thing gone wild with lust. He pulled back and fucked her with increasing speed until they were both gasping for breath.
Jennifer's tits rose and fell as she tried to suck in enough air. Her world spun in crazy circles around her, the stars spinning in frenzied new orbits above her. The moon shimmered and her entire body felt as if it melted in the carnal heat generated by the cock sliding in and out so fast. Her legs tingled and her cunny burned from the friction.
"How do you do it? Guys have screwed me and never made me feel like this!" She tried to reach out and take hold of him but couldn't. Jennifer had to content herself with tweaking her own nipples and giving herself even more of a thrill.
She wanted it to go on forever. Her legs might cramp and her asscheeks might be ground roughly into the sand, but the kick she got out of the way Rabbit fucked her wasn't to be denied.
"Don't stop this time-don't, don't. Give it to me, give it all to me. Aieee!" Jennifer threw her arms high over her head and tried to hunch up off the sand to grind her snatch into his groin for even more stimulation.
It wasn't necessary. His thick cock gave all the satisfaction she could have ever wanted. Orgasm ripped through her and blotted out the universe. All the lovely brunette knew lay within.
Hard cock. Trembly cunt. The way her tits felt as if they would explode with the hard pounding blood in them.
She wanted it to last forever, but it faded too quickly. Jennifer lay there drained, her legs curled up on the beach. She heard Rabbit's harsh breathing and then felt the man curl up behind her, his groin nudging into her asscheeks. They lay together spoon fashion without speaking.
How could he give her so much pleasure and yet leave her wanting more? Jennifer didn't understand, and she didn't think Rabbit would have any answer, either. He was one fine cocksman. So why did she still feel as if she had to have more, lots and lots more?
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Sales have been going up for a few weeks now," Mike was saying, "and I want to keep it that way."
Amber elbowed Jennifer, who had been daydreaming. The brunette turned back to what her boss said about business. She found it hard to concentrate. The party on the beach had been nice, and the way Rabbit had taken her on the sand had been great. But the fucking had left her with the same hollow feeling she'd had before he had started.
Somehow, this didn't seem fair. She ought to get some satisfaction from screwing. The only thing Jennifer could think of was that she worried too much about getting back at her stepfather and her worthless boyfriend, Luke. Now that she was making it on her own and didn't need them, the necessity for revenge on both men seemed to grow even stronger.
"Pay attention," whispered Amber. "I think he's going to offer us some big bucks."
Jennifer nodded and tried to listen to Mike. Since he had taken up with the three new salesgirls, they hadn't gotten it on. Like Amber, she was coming to think of Nooks 'n Crannies as a job and little more. Still, Mike had been an interesting diversion along the way to her new understanding.
Sex was important. Money was important. But if she didn't get some measure of revenge on Rupert Bruckner, she would never truly enjoy herself. Schemes turned over and over in Jennifer's head, but nothing awesome came to her.
"I'm not only offering you a commission for your work," Mike said, "there will be awards for top sales during the day, the week and month amounting to a quarter of the amount."
"You mean if I sell a thousand dollars worth of merchandise in a month, you'll give me $250?" Amber let out a low whistle when Mike said this was in addition to the usual commission.
"You might even get enough for that brain transplant," Jennifer told her blonde friend. Amber elbowed her again, this time with more force.
"We'll see who has the money for what at the end of the month. I'm going to go after those sales, wait and see!"
The rest of the sales staff was equally fired up. Jennifer realized she could get ahead easily because she had sold almost a thousand dollars in goods in the past two weeks. Working even harder, she might get a bonus of $500 or even more.
The idea of more money pleased her, but she knew she had been right. If she didn't think of some way of getting back at her stepfather and former boyfriend, it would all be meaningless. Jennifer strolled through the store and straightened a few items on the shelves and racks. Her window displays had brought in a steady stream of curious shoppers, even if she hadn't balled in the window since that night with the electrician.
"He really lit up my lights," she muttered. And then Jennifer saw a couple entering the store who did more than light her up. They rang bells and sent skyrockets soaring within her.
She would have recognized them instantly from their movies-if she hadn't seen what they'd done together in the dressing room, captured forever on Mike's hidden video camera.
Her two favorite movie stars had just come back into Nooks 'n' Crannies! Jennifer went over to the couple and said, "Welcome to the store. Is there anything special I can show you?"
The man, Harry Hines, grinned at her. "I've already got my eye on something special."
Veronica Wright snorted, her nostrils delicately flaring. "He always has his eye on something different, though it is all too rarely special."
"I'd say you were mighty special," Jennifer said. She hoped her excitement at meeting two of her movie idols didn't show too much. Her pussy was beginning to drool as she wondered what it would be like to go into the dressing room with Harry. Did Veronica know how wonderful it would be for her? The flashy redhead with the perfect complexion and even better figure had never worried about getting a man like Harry Hines, not once in her young life.
Jennifer couldn't forget the movies she'd sat through fingering herself until she came. And her bright green eyes had been fixed directly on the screen as Harry Hines cavorted about. And what would they say if she told them she had seen Mike's videos of them together?
"Why, thank you," Veronica said, startled at Jennifer's quick response. "It is unusual to find such helpful clerks."
"Were you looking for anything in particular? A present for a special occasion?" Jennifer showed them a rack of new clothing Mike had just brought in. Veronica seemed more and more interested in the clothing, and
Harry's gaze rested more and more on Jennifer.
The brunette began to wonder if he preferred her to this ravishing movie star. But then, he was a star, too. Getting any woman he wanted might be so ordinary that Veronica meant nothing to him. Jennifer picked out several garments and pointed toward the dressing room.
"You might want to try these on. I think you know the way." She bit her lip as she said that. She didn't want them to know Mike videotaped everything that went on in the fitting rooms.
"Why do you say that?" Harry asked, trying to sound casual and failing.
"Aren't you regular customers? The other clerks all commented on seeing you here before." From their startled expressions, Jennifer knew she had made a big mistake. They came to Nooks 'n Crannies because they weren't recognized here. Being followed by reporters wherever they went could be a real bummer, Jennifer knew. She had seen some of this when her mother was still alive.
"I guess I was wrong."
"My dear," Harry said, "you can never be wrong."
"Yes, he's so right," Veronica added. "Do show us some tasty items. Those, for instance." She pointed to a table filled with lacy lingerie.
From the way Veronica licked her ruby lips and the way Harry kept his eyes fixed on her, Jennifer knew what they really wanted. And it turned her on in a big way!
They might come here for a moment of privacy and fucking, but they weren't going to pass by a chance to get it on with someone they found gorgeous. The brunette smiled with pride-and not a little bit of lust. Going into a dressing room with two movie stars would do more than make her day.
It would be something to brag about for all time!
"I'll be happy to model these for you," Jennifer said, picking up a really sexy pair of panties and lacy bra.
"Yes, do," Harry said, again forcing some coolness into his voice. But Jennifer saw the way his pants bulged in the front. He must be hurting. She knew the size of his cock and realized it would rip through the fly if it didn't come tumbling out soon.
"This way," she said, looking to see if anyone noticed. The other clerks were all taking care of other customers. For a moment Jennifer hesitated to steer Harry and Veronica toward the dressing room where she knew Mike's camera took in every torrid detail. Then she decided to give her boss a real show. If he preferred the three new clerks to her, she would show him what he was missing!
"I'll change in here," Jennifer said loudly, so the others would hear. She slid into the dressing room but did not latch the door. It didn't surprise her at all when Harry and Veronica followed her inside.
The room was small but they had enough space to move around. More than enough, Jennifer thought, if they crowded close together.
"Go on. I want to see how the bra looks on you," Veronica said.
"And you?" teased Jennifer, staring boldly at Harry. "Would you like to see how the panties look on me?"
"I like the way they look off," he said, sliding past Veronica, and giving her a quick kiss. His hands grabbed Jennifer around the waist and began working under the waistband. She sighed and leaned back as he stripped the tight shorts off her. When she opened her sparkling green eyes she saw that Veronica was getting into the act, too.
The red-haired movie star was eager to get Jennifer's blouse off. Her hands trembled in haste. Jennifer reached out and slowly unbuttoned the front of Veronica's blouse. Tapered milk-white cones of succulent tit-flesh tumbled out.
"Lovely, aren't they?" whispered Harry. He moved closer and thrust his tongue into
Jennifer's ear. There wasn't room for all three of them in this corner and Veronica left. Jennifer started to protest until she felt the woman's tongue slithering along her pussy lips. It took her only a few seconds to feel the pressures building within her tender young body, and her pussy began to cream.
The thick juices ran out of her snatch and down the insides of her thighs. Veronica's tongue eagerly lapped up every drop and went back to tongue fucking. Jennifer turned rubbery in the knees from the oral assault.
"Your turn," Veronica said, hiking her tight skirt. Jennifer's eyes went wide when she saw the movie star wasn't wearing any panties. Her red-furred gash gleamed as if it had been hidden by spun gold. The clerk tried to hold herself back and couldn't. She had to bury her face in that lovely tangle of pussy fur.
Veronica perched on the edge of the low bench and let Jennifer begin licking and sucking at her most private parts. But Harry wasn't standing and watching. Jennifer felt strong hands circling her body and playing with her dangling tits.
In this position, her boobs hung down and filled with excited blood. Harry worked on them as if he were milking a cow. Every downward stroke caused her nipples to fill with just a little more blood pumping from her racing heart. Jennifer could hardly believe this. She was in the dressing room with two of the hottest movie stars in the world.
She was eating out one's pussy and feeling the other's hard cock poking between her asscheeks!
"I'm going to find just the right path," Harry said. "Do you care where I go?"
"I just care where you cum!" Jennifer said, taking her mouth away from Veronica's fur pie for a moment. She gasped when she felt his long pole parting her buttocks. The thick head grazed the puckered hole of her anus, but Harry didn't force himself in there.
She shuddered with anticipation as he guided himself lower. His prick ran back and forth between her cunt lips for a moment, getting nice and slippery. Then he stopped playing with her tits and reached around her waist. His fingers gently parted her sex lips.
She buried her face completely in Veronica's snatch to keep from crying out as Harry fucked full length into her. The sudden intrusion didn't hurt. It thrilled her! One instant she was hollow and needing what he had to offer. The next second she felt as if he had fucked so deep up her cunt that his prick might come out her mouth.
The image caused Jennifer to giggle a little. Harry could fuck Veronica by driving his long pecker all the way through her body! It would go in her cunt hole and out her mouth, sailing into Veronica's red-haired cooze.
"Tight, she's so tight," moaned Harry.
"And her tongue," sighed Veronica. "She knows how to give a real good licking!"
Harry began slipping from his snug berth and Jennifer thought she would go wild. The needs within her trim young body soared. To communicate this, she used her tongue even more furiously on Veronica's pussy. The movie star leaned back, hiked up one leg to give Jennifer an even better shot at her trembly cunny, and shook all over with emotion.
Harry's strong hands gripped Jennifer around the waist. He grunted as he drove back into her. His hips shot forward and he pulled her hips back. Her buttocks fit perfectly into the curve of his groin. Jennifer imagined the three of them as pieces in a lovely jigsaw puzzle. That she was in the middle pleased her even more.
No, she decided. It didn't please her as much as it pleasured her. She had seldom found pussy as tasty as Veronica's. And not too many men could make her quiver with joy the way Harry did. The two movie stars had what it took to be stars of the screen-and the bedroom.
"Oh, oh my," Veronica said. "I'm going to cum. She's sucking on my clit. And her tongue. It's all over me. All in me!" The redhead shuddered again as if she had stepped into a freezer. Her thighs clamped firmly around Jennifer's head, holding her face directly over red-haired snatch.
Jennifer did all she could to push Veronica up over the edge into orgasm. From the flood of inner oils she knew she must have succeeded. This gave her some small enjoyment, but the long cock driving into her from behind caused a sexual ache that wouldn't be denied. Every thrust, every quiver of his fuck stick, every time he exhaled harshly from the effort of fucking her sent new messages of desire into Jennifer's body.
"Yes, do it, give it to me! Aieee!" Jennifer lost control when Harry reached around her waist and his finger found her go button. He pressed into her tender pink clit and began flicking it lightly. He rolled it around five times for every deep thrust he made into her pussy with his cock.
Then he speeded up. The friction of cockflesh against the inner walls of her cunt set Jennifer afire with lust. She quivered and shook like a leaf caught in a high wind. Then she came. It was a hard orgasm, one that smashed through her like a battering ram.
She held on for dear life and only slowly let the delightful stunner fade away. She was left weak and even shakier in the knees than when Veronica had first kissed her pussy lips.
"You two work together so well," Jennifer said, sitting on the floor. She watched Harry's dong slowly melt like an icicle in the sun. She considered bending over and kissing it. Maybe if she sucked on it he might fuck her again. Then she saw the look on Veronica's face. The three-way lovemaking had turned on the red-haired movie star more than words could tell.
She wanted Harry-and she wanted him for herself.
"The lingerie is acceptable," Veronica said, licking her lips. But her eyes were only for Harry. Jennifer saw the man's prick begin to stir under that sensual look. She knew when to make her exit.
"Shall I ring up the merchandise?" she asked, getting to her feet, pulling up her shorts and wiggling back into her bare midriff blouse.
"Ring up lots and lots of merchandise," Harry told her. "About ten minutes worth."
"Make that fifteen," Veronica said as Jennifer ducked through the door. "Or even twenty."
The sounds of passionate screwing came from inside the dressing room. Jennifer sighed. It had been great with them and she wished they hadn't excluded her from more, but she took her cue. Let them have their time alone.
After all, it might take her that long to figure out what the sexy movie stars were going to buy from Nooks 'n' Crannies!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"Thank you and come again!" Jennifer called after the two movie stars as they left the store. Veronica turned and waved to her, and Harry made a suggestive move that sent new tremors throughout Jennifer's slender body. Just seeing him touch his crotch made hers begin to cream all over again.
"Wow, you really rang up a sale," Amber said, looking over her friend's shoulder. "You're going to get the bonus Mike offered and then some. If you keep going this way, you might own the store by the end of the month."
"I don't want to own it," Jennifer said, "but coming to work here is the best thing that's ever happened to me."
"Well, you might have a different opinion," sniffed one of the clerks Mike had hired. She jerked her thumb over her shoulder in the direction of the office. "Mike wants to see you right away."
"Bonus time," Amber predicted.
"Wait and see," Jennifer said, sure that the blonde was right. Mike might have been watching on his video camera. If so, Jennifer wanted a copy of her screwing with Harry and her licking Veronica's ruddy-furred pussy. She didn't know when they would come into the store again and this was the next best thing to being with them in the small dressing room.
"You wanted to see me, Mike?" She stuck her head into the office. Mike sat at his desk, tall and somber.
"Come on in and close the door," he ordered. He didn't sound too cheerful.
"What's up?" She strained to get a glimpse of his TV to see if he had been watching her and the movie stars. Jennifer didn't think that was a problem. She had sold lots of stuff and it wasn't as if Harry and Veronica were being obvious about what they did. Mike would have never known if he hadn't planted the secret camera.
"You know what's been going on," he said, obviously not wanting to come to the point.
"I sure do," she said brightly. "I'm setting records selling stuff off the shelves. Are you giving me my bonus right now? Waiting until the end of the month isn't necessary. Nobody can catch up with me and-"
"Jen, please." Mike closed his eyes, took a deep breath and then opened his eyes again. "I didn't know who you were when I hired you."
"I'm the best damned clerk you've got, that's who I am."
"You're Rupert Bruckner's daughter."
"Stepdaughter," Jennifer snapped. "He married my mother and then she had the bad taste to die."
"Stepfather, whatever," Mike said. "He's one wealthy dude and knows how to throw his weight around. I just got a call from one of his assistants-"
"By the name of Luke?" she asked. Mike's eyebrows raised. Jennifer knew her stepfather had Luke doing his dirty work for him. And this made her even madder than before.
"You know the players," Mike said. "And you can guess what this Luke wants done. He told me to fire you right away or Bruckner would have my balls on a silver platter."
"That's because he doesn't have any of his own. He won't even call you up direct. He lets his flunky lawyer do it." Jennifer fought to control her temper. "So? What are you going to do? Cave in to the son of a bitch or are you going to tell him you're keeping your balls right where they are?"
"Jen, Jen, he's got me. I owe big money on Nooks 'n' Crannies. If the bank forecloses-and it can whenever it thinks I can't make my payments-that's it. The store's gone, I'm ruined, everybody is out of a job."
"Amber's a good clerk. She can get another job fast," Jennifer said. "So's Rabbit."
"He's working his way through law school. It wouldn't bother him, but there are the others. They'd have a lot harder time. The economy isn't that good, in ease you hadn't noticed." Mike got a far-away look in his eye that infuriated the brunette. He thought more of his three new babes than he did the others who had worked so long for him.
"So I'm fired?"
"If I don't, he'll ruin me. Rupert Bruckner's got more money than anyone this side of the Sultan of Brunei. Besides, it isn't right for me to get involved in a family feud. I don't know what went on between you two and I don't care. That's private."
Jennifer moved around and perched on the side of Mike's desk. He tried to move away but she held him in place. If her stepfather could fight dirty, she could fight sexy. It seemed only right.
She put one foot on either arm of his chair and spun it around so he was looking straight at her crotch. She felt a wet spot spreading there. Jennifer couldn't help thinking of how long Mike's cock was and how it had felt inside her before. And how it would feel again.
He just needed a little convincing to do the right thing.
"Jen, I can't afford to start over. I've gone bust twice already. It gets harder each time, and now the shop's turning a profit for the first time in a year."
"Because of me," she said. "Because of the way you took charge. Don't let my stepfather order you around. There's a way out of this. All we need to do is think what it might be." She leaned back on his desk and hiked up her butt. A sinuous wiggle got her shorts down over her flaring hips. Once she got them to her knees, all she had to do was lie back and kick. The shorts went flying through the air.
A quick push got her sitting up again, her feet once more on the arms of Mike's chair. This time he wasn't staring at a damp spot on her shorts. He was treated to a wide-spread view of her pussy.
"Don't do this. It won't change my mind." She heard the words but they didn't match the uncertainty in his tone. He wanted to be convinced to see it her way. And Jennifer knew exactly what to do to make it so.
She leaned forward and began opening his fly. Button after button popped open. Then she fished around in his shorts until she found the rigid length hiding within. The sexy brunette took her time pulling his pecker out. When it did spring free of its cloth prison she knew he was completely aroused.
"So needy looking. Let's all work together. I'll show you how to do it." She slid off the desk and dropped onto his lap. Getting her knees up on the chair on either side of his legs proved hard but Jennifer kept at it until her cunt lips brushed the tip of his cock.
Mike sighed and shook his head. Jennifer took this to mean he was giving in to her. She lowered her hips just a few inches. Closing her eyes when the broad tip of his prick entered her pussy, she let the wonderful touch send its tingly fingers throughout her loins. Then she lowered herself another inch and another and another.
The man's cock entered her fully and she knew she wasn't going to be able to control herself.
"You fill me to overflowing," she whispered hotly in his ear. The lobe looked so tempting she had to nibble at it. Her tongue shot out and dipped into the channel.
This told her she had to get her hips moving or she might go crazy from lust. Tongue still wedged in Mike's ear, the seductive brunette lifted her hips up and let his cock slip from her well-greased tunnel. She tensed her inner muscles and tried to hold it inside against the rising motion of her body.
"You're crushing me. It feels like I'm trapped in a mine shaft and it's falling in around me."
"Rocky? It feels rough?" she taunted. Jennifer relaxed and let gravity do some of the work. Again she filled her gash with hard, throbbing manmeat. This time she added a twisting motion to her descent. She corkscrewed his cock deep into her belly once again.
"I can't stand it. No one else makes me want to cum so fast," Mike protested. "You're too beautiful, your cunt's too damned tight!"
Jennifer treated him with some more of her physical prowess. Her inner cunt muscles grabbed at his buried length. She squeezed, released and then clamped down even harder. And when she did Jennifer started lifting again. Sweet torture for her, sweet torture for him. It seemed a fair trade, she decided.
"More?" she asked. "Or do you want me to stop?" This time she raised up so far his overlong prick flipped from her gooey cooze. Jennifer wanted to scream at the sudden exit. She was left all hollow inside, needy for that warm, hard cock.
"Don't stop. Keep going. You can't leave me like this or I'll get blue balls. Prick tease!"
"Not me. I always deliver," Jennifer declared. She reached down and grabbed his pulsating rod. She ran her fingers up and down its slippery length a couple of times, then pulled it directly back to her gaping cunt hole. When she got it back in she didn't try teasing him any more.
Up and down, slowly at first, then with more force, more speed, she fucked herself on his cock, keeping him pinned in the chair as she did so. Her vision blurred and her insides ignited with lust. The chair started squeaking but Jennifer never slowed. Her hips flew frantically. She had to have more. She wanted miles and miles of prick and had to take it ten inches at a time.
"Oh, oh!" she gasped. She fought to keep back the rising tide of passion within her athletic body. Her tits bounced up and down but were held by her blouse. Her green eyes were screwed tightly shut as she rose and fell. Every delightful feeling that had ever filled her now came together. She dropped and took Mike full length up her cunt. Then she twisted from side to side.
This ground her pubic mound into his crotch. Her clit screamed in delight at the pressure. Her cunt twitched in reaction. And then she knew she had a stick of dynamite buried up her. It sizzled and burned-and exploded with enough force to take off the top of her head.
Orgasm shattered her. Jennifer twisted and jerked and threw herself around as the ecstasy released within her. She knew Mike was getting off, too, but she couldn't take any pleasure in that.
She was too busy riding the hurricane winds of her own cum.
Sweating and totally drained, she sank forward and buried her face in Mike's neck. She felt him shaking and knew she had done all she could to persuade him. If her stepfather won, it wasn't because she hadn't given it her best.
She had given her best-and had gotten it in return, too!
Mike lifted her up and sat her on the edge of his desk. He stared straight into her eyes and said, "That was super, the best yet. But-"
"But you're going to give in to my stepfather and fire me," she said in dejection.
"No, we're not caving to that son of a bitch."
"What, then?" Her green eyes went wide.
"I want more. Suck me hard and let's try one more time. I think it can be better."
She worked on his prick, got him hard within minutes and found that it could be better. Twice more.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"There might be something you can get at the law firm Bruckner uses," Mike suggested. "He sent his legal eagle over and-"
"Luke," Jennifer said bitterly. "He's a lawyer and he works directly for my stepfather. There's no need to have a separate law firm when you can hire your own."
Mike shrugged. "That might make it easier. He's got to keep records of what he's doing. I can't help but think there's more to this than you know."
"What are you saying?" Jennifer perked up. Her stepfather was a son of a bitch, but that was no reason for him to be so unbearable all the time. She might have been right about him wanting to get into her pants, but Mike had a point. There must be more to it.
And Luke would know what it was since he was doing Rupert Bruckner's dirty work.
"I don't know how to get the information," she admitted. If she went to Luke and asked why her stepfather was so hot to ruin her she wouldn't get any answer. Luke was too afraid he would lose his job.
"Does he have an assistant? The lawyer, I mean. Luke." Mike scratched his chin as if he had a beard while he thought. "Your predicament might not be public knowledge around the company. If you ask around, as the owner's stepdaughter, you might find out all kinds of stuff."
"I'll try it," Jennifer said, her mind already racing. "I know just the guy to hit on, too. Chuck's had the hots for me for the longest time. He's Luke's gofer, a paralegal. But if I do come back with tons of files, how do I know what's in them?"
"Rabbit," said Mike. "He's about finished with law school. He can give them a once over and see if there's anything important. I'm sure he would do it as a favor."
Jennifer smiled as she remembered her time with Rabbit. He would do anything she asked.
"I'll be back as quickly as I can," she said. "Are you ready to call Luke and get him over here?"
"I'll keep him out of his office as long as I can," promised Mike. "But he's going to get the idea I'm not going to cave in real quick."
"Get him going on himself. He's really stuck on how handsome he is. Get a couple of your clerks to suck up to him. He'll never know what hit him."
Jennifer changed into a more conservative outfit-the only one she could find in Nooks 'n' Crannies-and hurried off. She wished Amber's boyfriend and his sports car were around, since she had to take the bus. She made a point of getting off a block down the street so no one in her stepfather's office could see how she arrived.
Jennifer heaved a deep breath when she reached the front office door and knew this had to be the end of it. She had to find out why her stepfather was doing everything he could to destroy her. It wasn't because she fooled around with the gardener or spent a lot of money. He had so much money she could never spend him into the poor house.
More than that, it wasn't even Rupert Bruckner's money. He had taken over after Jennifer's mother died. The wealth came from Jennifer's real father.
She pulled back her shoulders and shoved out her tits and boldly went into the firm. Smiling, making small talk, she slowly went through the offices until she reached Luke's secretary.
"Hi," she said brightly. "Is Luke in?"
"Hi. Jen," the woman greeted her. "Haven't seen you around much lately. No, he went out.
Something about buying a clothing store. I can't make heads or tails out of it. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"I doubt it," Jennifer said, putting on her best pout. "And it is so important. Hey, is Chuck in? I can ask him. He would know."
"Yeah, he's in his office." The secretary turned to answer the phone, letting Jennifer slip away. She almost ran to the assistant's office. Chuck looked up, his hair in wild disarray.
"Hi, Jennifer, haven't seen you around for a month or two."
She considered all the ways she might play this. If she told Chuck she and Luke had split, he would make a play for her. He'd always gotten a raging hard-on every time he saw her. But Chuck would turn to ice if he ever thought Bruckner had ordered Luke to break off the affair. Chuck and Luke were cut from the same cloth when it came to pleasing their boss.
"I need some files for him," she said, deciding to pretend she and Luke were still an item. "Something about a clothing store. Nooks 'n' Crannies is the name."
"He's got that file. Took it with him."
"Oh," she said, disappointed. Then an idea dawned on her. "I need some files for my stepfather, too. The ones dealing with company ownership. Transfer wasn't right or something.
I forget exactly what he said. It had to do with my mother's share of the company not being put in the will right."
"Luke's got those files," Chuck said. From his tone of voice, he wasn't going to cooperate.
"All I need are copies. Please. I don't want to make two trips. It's so hot today." Jennifer turned slowly, the front opening on her blouse. It became instantly apparent she wasn't wearing a bra from the way her tits almost spilled out the front.
To her surprise, Jennifer found herself getting aroused by the way he stared at her. Her nipples were hardening as blood pumped into those twin nubs. And her pussy began to turn all sloppy with lust when she saw Chuck stand. The bulge in his crotch was a monster!
"It, uh, is hot today," Chuck said, sweat pouring off his forehead.
"It can get hotter," she said. "Luke need never know. I never realized what a stud you were, Chuck." Jennifer's hand worked down over his chest and came to a halt over his bulging groin. Her hand pressed lightly. Fingers squeezing, she kneaded the hardness there until she knew he had an iron-hard erection.
"I don't know, Jen," he said.
"For Mr. Bruckner," she said softly, nibbling at his ear as she continued to fondle his cock through his pants. "I'll meet you in the copy room. Get the files, copy them, then we'll ... talk."
Jennifer almost laughed. Chuck shot out of the office as if he had a rocket up his butt. She slipped from the tiny office and went to the copy room. Two copiers stood silent. She turned them on and waited.
It took less than a minute for the paralegal to slip into the room.
"I can set that copier to automatic. It can do the entire stack of papers in a few minutes."
"Good. And I can sit on this one," Jennifer said, jumping up and twisting in midair. She managed to hike up her skirt as she turned, showing Chuck she didn't have on any panties. Legs lifting to show her damp gash, Jennifer leaned back.
"You mean it, don't you, Jen?"
"Get the copies going and I'll show you how much I do." She worried someone might interrupt them. She had to have the papers in that file or she would never find out what her stepfather was up to. The sexy brunette flashed a bit more of her pubic fur in the man's direction. He came to her as if he were on strings.
"Get that zipper down," she ordered. Jennifer gasped when she saw how big his cock really was. She had been missing something important by fooling around with Luke.
"I should have dumped Luke for you a long time ago," she said, stroking up and down his quivering erection. Jennifer slid forward on the copy machine so her ass perched right on the edge. She lifted her slender legs on either side of the man's body and guided his cock directly toward her cunt hole.
She didn't have to fake anything when he entered her. His cock rested firmly in her tight snatch. Every tremor sent a thrill of lust through her shapely body. She pulled him closer and he sank balls deep into her.
"Oh, yes, yes, I need this," she said. "Fuck me good. I need you moving inside me, turning me on all the way!" Jennifer locked her heels behind Chuck to keep him in place.
She sighed with pleasure when he bent forward and licked and sucked at her tits. Then she cried out in stark passion when he began fucking her with long, hard strokes that lifted her ass off the copy machine.
Rocking up, she met his every stroke. Her pussy ground into his groin for the maximum turn-on. She trembled and shook as he started moving with more determination, all nervousness gone.
"You're so damned beautiful," the paralegal moaned. "I've wanted you from the first time I saw you."
"I'm yours. Fuck me, fuck me hard!"
The liquid squishing sound of a hard cock entering an aroused cunt filled the small room. Jennifer reached over and turned on the machine where they balled. A bright green light flashed and then a copy dropped into the tray. Then another and another and another.
The brunette laughed with delight when she saw what was being copied. Her wide-open pussy was captured for all time, showing it all. Chuck's pecker parted her sex lips and plunged far up into her. And that was copied, too. Every inch of his cock going in and out was copied, as were other parts of her anatomy.
Jennifer's eyes blurred with passion as he fucked her harder and deeper, but she kept glancing over at the pictures coming out. Her asshole was tensed in one picture. In another, her asscheeks were spread had against the glass. And in another she got a bewitching view of her cunt lips spread to the breaking point as Chuck's dick bored into her.
She was catching every instant of this fucking on copy paper-and that turned her into a raving sex maniac.
She shoved herself up and off the copy machine, letting Chuck support her. She sank down onto his long pole, more excited than she could ever remember being with a man. Fucking and having a record made of it turned her on. She thought of Mike's video camera, she thought of fucking in the window of the shop, she thought of all the times she had fucked her brains out in the dressing room-they all had one element in common.
She might have been seen by others.
Jennifer went wild with desire. Chuck staggered as her hips rose and fell like a piston. She took as much of his iron-hard cock into her pussy as she could. And then she erupted like a volcano. The top blew off her head when orgasm finally seized her.
The sexy brunette clung to Chuck fiercely until the cum subsided. Her legs slid down his body until they reached the floor. She had to support herself against him for several seconds.
"That was good," she said in a sex-husky voice. "No, that was great!"
"I never thought it would be this good. Too bad you and Luke, he and-never mind." Guilt hit the paralegal and Jennifer did nothing to ease it. He zipped up his trousers and grabbed the stack of papers. Almost angrily, he thrust them at her.
Jennifer took them but she wasn't going to simply leave. She grabbed his arm and turned him back toward her.
"Don't run off. I haven't done anything to make you mad, have I?"
"No, but this is the only time we'll ever do anything like this," he said, complaining.
"You're wrong," Jennifer said, unzipping his pants. She dropped to her knees and began sucking on his limp dick. It took a couple of minutes before he was ready for action. And when they were finished, Jennifer took one of the copies from the machine where she had sat and kissed it.
Leaving a lipstick print on the picture of his prick shoving hard into her cunt, Jennifer handed it to Chuck as a memento.
"All for you, Chuck. All for you," she said. And this time Jennifer did leave. She had to get out of the office before Luke returned, not that his assistant would ever tell him about what had happened in the copy room.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
"Quit that," Rabbit said, trying to push Jennifer away. "I'm trying to figure these out. The papers are really complicated and I'm only a law student."
"You're more than that," the eager brunette said. After getting it on with the paralegal and bringing back the papers to Nooks 'n' Crannies, she had felt so horny she couldn't stand it.
Rabbit shifted in the chair and Jennifer followed the movement, her tongue licking up along the man's cock. The long, fiery hot, red pole twitched under her tongue lashing. When she closed her lips around the tip and began sucking, he shuddered all over.
"I can't go on with you doing that," he moaned. His fingers laced through her long, lustrous brunette hair and guided her head up and down in a smooth motion that excited both of them.
Jennifer's tongue swirled around the end of his prick and then ran down the sensitive underside. She avidly worked on his cock until she felt the hairy bag dangling underneath begin to tighten. She slid her mouth back to the end and sucked for all she was worth.
"Jen, baby, I can't-oh damn!" Rabbit's hips lifted off the chair as he shot his wad. Thick cum arced into the air and landed on the floor beyond. Jennifer had moved from the very end and was again licking and lightly nipping at the flesh to push his excitement to the breaking point.
"Whew," he said, settling back after the rigid lock of ecstasy had passed. "You sure know how to keep a guy's mind off his work."
"So?" she asked, jumping to her feet and sitting on the desk beside the pile of papers. Rabbit licked his lips as he ran his fingers under her warm asscheeks to get another page. "What does it all mean?"
"I'm not too sure about this, but it might mean you've got him by the balls."
"I had you by the balls and you liked it," she pointed out.
"Bruckner won't like this. It's a copy of your mother's will. You ought to have seen this."
"Rupert said he'd take care of everything. I was really broken up when she died."
Jennifer turned and saw Mike and Amber come into the office.
"So, what's all this mean?" asked Mike.
"It means she just sucked me off," Rabbit said, "and I'm trying to get down to what you wanted."
"Oh, mixing pleasure with pleasure, huh?" Amber moved around and ran her hands over Rabbit's shoulders and down his arms. He looked at her with a weak smile, then glanced back to Jennifer to see if she cared.
Jennifer didn't. She had her eyes fixed on Mike. The shop owner picked up the papers and started leafing through them. He took the copy of the will and nodded slowly. Then he grinned broadly when he came to a few pages stapled on.
"What is it?" she asked, turning to Mike and rubbing her arm against him.
"Rabbit's right about the will. Bruckner can't like it. You get everything."
"What?" Jennifer's green eyes shot wide open. "I don't understand. He cut me off."
"He threw you out, but when you're twenty-one, you inherit everything."
"My birthday's in about a year," Jennifer said. "You mean I get everything? All my mother's estate?"
"Every dime. Bruckner will be out in the cold."
"And Luke," Jennifer added with some gusto. "What do I have to do to claim it all?"
"Force him to produce this will in court. That won't be hard to do because he used this same will to get power of attorney. That's why he's running the show now."
"I'll represent you then," Rabbit said. "I'll have my law degree and will have passed the bar."
"He'll tear up the will," Jennifer said skeptically.
"There's a record of it in the courthouse. It went through probate. Bruckner was bluffing, counting on you not knowing what it said. As long as you don't claim your inheritance, he gets to keep running the company and living in the house."
"What'll I do until then?" Jennifer asked.
"You've been making a ton of money working here," Mike said. "You're welcome to stay here."
"You can even camp out on my sofa for another year," Amber said, "even if you have to get out-or join in-some nights."
"Most nights," Rabbit said.
For the first time Jennifer realized Rabbit and Amber were an item. She wondered what had happened to the guy in the sports car Amber had been seeing. The brunette shrugged it off. At Nooks 'n' Crannies, things moved fast.
Too fast.
She had started out broke. Now Rabbit and
Mike told her she was filthy rich-or would be.
"This calls for a celebration," Jennifer cried. "Bruckner is done and won't know it for a year. And so is his toady Luke. And I feel like fucking every last one of you!"
"Every one of us?" asked Amber, her pink tongue flicking from between her lips. "Is that a promise?"
"A challenge," countered Mike, shucking off his shirt. "I'm taking it as a challenge!" He tossed his shirt aside and began stripping off his jeans. He had his pants only halfway down when Jennifer saw the long erection jerking out.
Her mouth watered when she saw it-and so did her cunny. She ached for every last inch of Mike's long cock, in her mouth or her pussy or up her rear. It didn't matter. She had to have it. All of it!
She went to Mike but felt fingers tugging at her clothing. Her skirt fell around her ankles. Jennifer was glad she hadn't bothered putting on panties because a tongue prodded between her asscheeks and tried to lick her anus. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Rabbit on his knees behind her.
The sexy brunette shivered when the man's hands circled her waist and began stroking over her pussy mound. Jennifer cried out when his fingers stroked along the edges of her trembling cunt lips and then plunged into her moist pussy.
He started finger fucking her until she went weak in the knees. She sank back, her curvy buttocks pressing into his face. His slippery tongue shot deeper between her asscheeks and wiggled against her asshole.
"That's driving me wild," Jennifer sobbed out. "I need more than your fingers, Rabbit. I need more!"
"Don't talk to him about it," said Mike. "He's got his mouth full. Why not ask me for this?" The man levered his hips forward, stabbing out with his hard erection. It bumped into Rabbit's hand and pushed it away. Then Mike rocked back and forth so his hard tube of cockflesh rubbed along her brunette gash.
"I'm oozing with lust," Jennifer sighed. "I don't want to feel your prick like that, Mike. I want to feel it inside me!"
She shrieked when he immediately obeyed. One instant he was lubricating himself against the juices from inside her aroused cunt. The next he was sinking all the way up her fuck tunnel.
Jennifer's legs quit on her then. She sagged down and this pushed his cock even deeper into her. And from behind she felt a wiggling tongue all over her. She was surrounded, and she loved it!
"I'm being left out," complained Amber. "What about me?"
"Do me, babe," Rabbit said immediately. "I'll keep licking her and you can-"
"No way," protested Amber. "I want more than that. I want, I want--aieee!" The blonde's voice garbled when she got something more than she anticipated. Jennifer was suddenly left alone at her rear door, but she couldn't complain too much. Not with the way Mike filled her cunt to overflowing.
"Fuck me good," she whispered hotly in Mike's ear. His strong hands cupped her asscheeks and lifted her to the edge of the desk. He was starting to ream her out good when the phone rang.
"Mike, telephone," she said dreamily. "Should you answer? It's still during business hours."
"Give me that." Mike snatched the phone from Jennifer's hand and listened for a moment. Then he laughed harshly and handed her the receiver. "It's for you. Your former boyfriend, and does he sound scared!"
"Luke, how good of you to call," Jennifer got out. Mike started fucking her again, his powerful hips shoving his cock ever deeper into her wantonly open pussy. When she felt a mouth on her left tit she looked down and saw nothing but a sea of blonde hair.
As hard as Mike was fucking her, the feel of Amber's mouth sucking on her nipple aroused Jennifer almost as much. And then she saw why the blonde was working so feverishly. She was bent over and Rabbit was taking her from behind. Jennifer couldn't tell if he had stuffed his pecker into asshole or cunt-and it didn't matter.
Every single stroke forward caused Amber to suck harder. Amber was getting Rabbit's cock but Jennifer was enjoying the result of that quick-moving dick.
"What can I do for you, Luke? That I haven't already," Jennifer said, controlling herself only with effort. Her pussy burned from the fucking she was getting, and her tits were trembling from the way Amber mouthed them.
"You took some papers from my office. I can have you arrested for that."
"A threat, Luke? I didn't expect that from you. If I were you, I wouldn't even stop by that fancy beach front place of yours. I'd head out of town as fast as I could fly."
"You don't understand. Mr. Bruckner-your stepfather-he will kill me when he-" Luke began to stammer.
"Has he found out I know all the money is mine? That Mother left me everything when 1 turn twenty-one? Is that what you're asking, Luke?" New sensations exploded within
Jennifer. These had less to do with sex than they did with triumph. She had won over those pricks! Her stepfather had tried to screw her over and had ended up with the shitty end of the stick. And Luke!
Jennifer loved hearing him squirm like this.
"He'll have my scalp," Luke muttered.
"Don't tell him, Luke. Don't and he'll let you keep on kissing his ass." Jennifer yelped as Mike turned her onto her side on the desk. She had to reposition her leg to keep his prick inside her but she knew why immediately. Amber continued to lick and suck and delightfully torment her titties, but Rabbit had moved from the blonde's cunt to her back door.
Jennifer felt his thick cock poking into her asshole. She wasn't sure how much more she could take of this-and she wanted to find out!
"It'll kill him if you just spring it on him," Luke pleaded.
"Good," Jennifer said. "I'd suggest you start hunting for another job and let him find out what I can do next year."
"A year's a long time, Jen," Luke pointed out. "I can help you. I know all about Bruckner's tricks. I can help you. We were a team once. We were good in bed together. I can do things for you that-"
"Fuck off," she said, dropping the phone back into the cradle. Jennifer stretched out full length on her side, one leg raised so Mike could penetrate her fully. The way his cock entered her stroked along different parts of her inner membrane. Every last stroke caused a new nerve to sing in delight.
"More, more, all of you! I feel great!"
Rabbit's cock banged into her from behind. How he did it she didn't know. Looking over her shoulder was too much of a strain, especially after she found the fragrant blonde bush stroking over her nose and mouth.
"Eat me, Jen. Eat me good," begged Amber. Jennifer's tongue slid out and tickled her friend's pussy lips. Amber sighed with desire and moved closer, her slender legs parting so Jennifer could get her mouth even closer. Pressing her face into Amber's pussy mound gave her an incredible sexual thrill.
Everything her friends did excited her. Mike's huge, hammering prick built sexual tensions within her that would soon blast forth in orgasm. Rabbit's cock poked and prodded between the curving half moons of her ass to find her tightly clenched sphincter muscle. She wondered if she could relax enough to let him in before Mike pushed her over the edge.
And Amber! Dear Amber! Her friend got as good as she gave. Jennifer's tongue shot in and out of blonde pussy even as Amber returned to licking her belly and rubbing all over her quaking body.
Jennifer wasn't rich yet. She wouldn't be for a year-but time would fly by with friends like these!