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   Dolores Throckmorten:

   Chapter 6 The Job Opening:

   Twelve year-old Debbie Baylock worked for The Little Girl clothing store
company.  She was a  -�live -� model and a sales girl.  As a model, she
would wear the stores latest fashions as she stood in the front window of
the store.  She and the other models changed poses every couple of minutes.
The store employed four adult women and four pre-teen girls as models. 
When she wasnt modeling she was helping customers mix and match clothing
styles.

   The Little Girl, owned by the conglomerate World Wide Porn, WWP, sold
the latest female fashions to pre-teen and teen girls.  The four adult
women modeled the same skimpy clothing as the four younger girls such as
school girl outfits, the latest street walker fashion, pre-teen lingerie
for bedtime wear.  One of the women was a full figure older female and the
skimpy clothes didnt fit her, but it didn -(TM)t matter.  She did her best
at modeling the clothes even if people were laughing and pointing at her.
Every two hours Debbie and the others would climb down from the windows and
change into different outfits.  The clothes they wore would be put back on
the rack.  Sales girls would greet customers and assist with their fashion
needs.

   Today Debbie was going to interview for a job with Mr Jackson, the store
manager.  The HR department advertised for a cock warmer and the female
employees were encouraged to interview for the job.  Debbie didnt mind
modeling clothes in the store window or even being a sales girl, but she
wanted something more, a job that would take her places and Mr Jackson was
an important man.  She would try to impress Mr Jackson with her oral
skills.

   The previous girl who had the job as a cock warmer had been rounded up
in the annual female purges.  The annual purges involved women and girls
who had been picked up by the female thought police for perceived
transgressions against the Patriarchy.  It was women and girls who turned
each other in and the female who was picked up wouldnt know who turned her
in.

   Businesses, schools, colleges, any place that employed women and girls
complained to the national government about their loss of investment. 
Legislation was in the works to compensate these institutions.

   Debbie was a natural born female and could have finished school up to
the tenth grade but her father took her out of school at the end of her
seventh grade year so that she could contribute money to the household. 
Her hourly wage was deposited in his bank account.  As a natural born baby
she could not be sold on the market without her fathers permission nor
could the store sell or trade her without her fathers permission.  She had
her first blood last year but her father had not taken her virginity for
some reason.  With her virginity intact, no one could fuck her cunt, not
even Mr Jackson, but her mouth and anus were fair game.  Even though she
was employed under different circumstances than the other females, she
still had to abide by the store rules.

   The female store employees lived a block away from the store in a
building that had seen better days.  Mr Jackson and his managers would rent
the women and girls on weekends for partys and orgys.  Working for a retail
store didnt pay very much so Mr Jackson had to get creative in ways of
making money.  Debbie was thankful that she lived at home and rode a female
only bus to the sub-division where she lived.

   Debbie got dressed and brushed a stray lock of her long blonde hair back
and pushed her ponytail holder a little higher up as she walked up the
stairs to Mr Jacksons office.

   Debbie walked up to the secretarys desk and smiled:  -�Hello, Miss
Buxom. I am here to interview for the job opening with Mr Jackson. -�

   The female employees didnt know if Miss Buxom was her real name.  Debbie
guessed the woman was in her late forties or early fifties.  The store had
a network upgrade last year and Miss Buxom and three other women were part
of the sale.  Mr Jackson sold the three women and with the profit of the
sale, upgraded the light fixtures on the sales floor.  Getting funding from
corporate was difficult so Mr Jackson, like other store managers, used the
sales generated from the store to buy, sell and trade women and girls. 
That generated enough cash to improve the store, plus it didnt hurt that he
took a ten percent cut of the profit to fund his retirement plus all the
female flesh he could want.

   Miss Buxom smiled at Debbie.  She had dried cum on her face and hair,
she was the center of the circle jerk this morning.  Mr Jackson liked to
have inspirational store meetings several times a week.  With the female
employees lined up around the break room, he liked to talk about the
importance of the Patriarchy and the female place within society.  He like
to say that a females place was on her knees with her head back, mouth open
and tongue out.  His managers stood in a circle and jerked their cocks off
over a randomly selected female employee, this morning it was Miss Buxom: 
-�Mr Jackson will be ready shortly.  Please have a place at the wall. -�

   Debbie walked over to wall.  All the way down the carpet in front of the
wall were spray painted foot prints.  The female employee stood on the foot
prints and put her nose on the wall and waited.  There were other girls and
women standing facing the wall outside different offices, like the floor
manager, the clothing rack manager, the cleaning manager, the HR manager.
Some were waiting for their monthly anal or oral review, others for a cunt
inspection.  For the females that corporate owned, their mouth, anus and
cunt belonged belong to the company and so the three holes had be properly
maintained with regular inspections.

   A male voice:  -�Miss Buxom!  Get your ass in here! -�

   It was Mr Jackson.  Miss Buxom scurried into his office and shut the
door.

   For the next fifteen minutes Debbie stood facing the wall.  She was
disappointed that her father took her out of school.  She could read and
could do some easy math.  She really excelled at fashion and make-up,
getting A in both courses and she was awarded the deep throat certificate
for holding a cock in her throat for three minutes.  Her father always
told, from her earliest memory, that her oral skills would be her biggest
asset.  From age six on her father trained her, teaching her how to deep
throat, in all different kinds of positions.  He used a stop watch to keep
track of how long she could hold her breath with his cock in her mouth. 
She and her mother practiced with dildos mounted on the wall, all different
sizes.  She hoped to impress Mr Jackson, who knows where this cock warmer
job could lead to.

   Miss Buxom came out of Mr Jacksons office adjusting her tiny skirt.

   Mr Jackson:  -�Send in the next employee. -�

   Miss Buxom looked over at Debbie:  -�Mr Jackson will see you now Miss
Baylock. -�

   Debbie took a deep breath and walked through the door.  Mr Jackson was
perched on the edge of his desk, nude except for black socks and black
shoes.  He stood about six two or six three and weighed about 350 pounds,
maybe closer to 400.  He had hair all over him.  A bear, Debbie thought. 
The female employees called him the  -~the white blob -(TM) behind his
back.

   Debbie had never been in his office before.  His desk was made of glass,
you could see right through it and behind his desk was a floor to ceiling,
wall to wall mirror.  She couldnt help but notice her petite frame was
overwhelmed by his body.

   Mr Jackson liked walking around nude but corporate got irate when he
would walk the sales floor during the business day, some of the men who
shop in the store complained, so he would walk around the sales floor nude
before hours and after hours.  Miss Buxom would neatly hang up his clothes
in his office.  Mr Jackson loved conducting meetings in the nude, he did
everything nude.

   Debbie found herself staring at his partially hard and already massive
cock while she spoke to him: "Um.  Hi, Mr Jackson, I am here for job
interview? -�

   Mr Jackson stood up:"Ah, Debbie!  Come in and leave your clothes on the
floor by the door, but leave your shoes and socks on.  So, you -(TM)re
interested in being my cock warmer? -�

   Debbie started undressing: "Yes, sir."

   She left her short skirt and blouse a tiny pile on the floor near the
door, none of the female employees wore panties or bras.  Debbie stood by
the door naked except for her socks and Mary Janes.

   Mr Jackson looked up form his tablet smiled like he was waiting for
something.  Debbie awkwardly walked across the room and hugged him.  He was
so big that she couldnt fit her arms around him.  She laid her left cheek
on his hairy chest:  -�Thank you Mr Jackson for taking time to interview me
for this important position.  I know you are a busy man. -�

   Mr Jackson smiled and stroked her hair with his massive hand: "You are
welcome Debbie, I take this cock warmer position seriously.  There are
several other girls that I have interviewed and they are pretty good cock
suckers, so if you want this position, your oral skills have to be the
best."

   Debbie stood at eye level with Mr Jacksons hairy chest.  Her tiny,
goosebump covered perky breasts barely moved as she looked up at him
smiling and nodded:  -�Yes sir.  My father says my oral skills are my best
asset. -�

   Mr Jackson smiled down at her:  -�I sure hope he is right.  My cock
demands the best mouth and the little girl who has that mouth should be
enthusiastic for my cock.  So on your knees. -�

   Debbie was on her knees staring at Mr Jacksons long and massive cock. 
She was smiling brightly and licking her lips.  She wondered where it had
been today and who she would taste on it.  With her father -(TM)s cock, she
knew when her mother had been on it.  She knew the taste and smell of her
mothers cunt and anus.  Other times though, there were several different
smells and taste on it, his office whores.

   Mr Jackson scrolled through his tablet.  He was impressed that she
always showed up on time, she always had a smile and customer satisfaction
surveys that were submitted said that she was very approachable.  She was
the first to volunteer for glory hole duty in the men -(TM)s room, and the
other male managers all thought she was a fun person to work with and could
be trusted to do the right thing with their cocks.  She nodded her head
while staring at his cock, which was easily twice the size of her fathers,
and was still only half-hard.  She wondered how much of it she'd be able to
handle.

   Mr Jackson: "It says here that you got your first customer award for
helping a customers six year-old twin daughters for fitting their first
strap-on dildos.  The strap-ons were accessories for the clothes he
purchased? -�

   Debbie smiled and nodded:  -�Oh, yes sir.  The customer said something
about a mother daughter orgy so he wanted his daughters to look grown-up
and their mother dressed as a little girl. -�

   Mr Jackson:  -�It also says that you have enthusiasm during the weekly
female Patriarchy meetings that Mrs Dunkin runs on behalf of the store. -�

   Debbie smiled:  -�Yes sir.  We need the Patriarchy laws to keep women
and girls in their place.  We need the guiding male cock to show us the way
and the truth. -�

   Mr Jackson:  -�And what is the Patriarchy hierarchy? -�

   Debbie kept smiling.   -�Men, boys, male dogs, and females. -�

   Mr Jackson:  -�Very good.  Well, it looks like you are fitting in just
fine as a junior female employee.  And the way you have been staring at my
cock, I think you're ready for the oral interview."

   Mr Jackson chuckled as Debbie blushed: "I...  I...  I'm sorry, sir.  I
just -- your cock looks angry."

   Mr Jackson pushed his stomach in with his left hand: "Dont worry about
it.  As a lowly female employee, it shows a lot of initiative on your part,
more than other female who have interviewed as my cock warmer.  As part of
supporting our store policy, you should be paying attention to a mans cock,
it was what your mouth was made for. -�

   Debbie: "Thank you, sir.  I'm just a little nervous.  Um, so...  should-
should I start?"
Mr Jackson: "Yes, but, first, lock your arms behind back.  Use only your
mouth, lips and tongue to please my cock.  The longer you deep throat my

cock, the higher marks you will get.  You may start. -�

   Debbie locked her arms behind her back and leaned forward.  She kissed
the tip of the head, then licked down the side of the cock.  Debbie was
entranced as the cock grew thicker and longer with each kiss and lick.  She
noticed an unusual and earthy scent.

   Debbie wrinkled her nose: "It smells a little funny. -�

   Mr Jackson chuckled: "It should.  I had it buried in Miss Buxoms ass
just before you came in here.  The stupid bitch loves to impale herself on
it. -�

   Debbie looked at the cock: "Should I clean it off?"

   Mr Jackson chuckled: "That's exactly what you're going to do.  If I
select you as my cock warmer, it shouldnt matter to you where my cock has
been.  Sometimes it has a mind of its own."
Debbie:  -�Yes sir! -�
He grabbed hold of her ponytail with one hand, held his thick cock in
the other: "Keep licking the head, then up and down the shaft for a while.

I'll let you know when to start sucking.  Talk to it. -�
Debbie: "Sir?

   Mr Jackson:  -�Do you have a boyfriend? -�
Debbie:  -�No sir. -�
Mr Jackson smiled:  -�Good, talk to my cock like it is your boyfriend.

-�

   Debbie smiled at the cock and kissed the cock head:  -�Does my new
boyfriend have a name? -�

   Mr Jackson chuckled:  -�No, but you give him one. -�

   Debbie thought for a moment:  -�Mr Cock, I -(TM)ll call my new boyfriend
Mr Cock. -�

   Debbie thrust her pink tongue out, lapping at the head of his cock like
a starving cat at a bowl of milk.  As she kissed up the side of the cock: 
-�Hello, Mr Cock, I hope I can be your girlfriend.  I want to keep you
warm, loved and happy. -�

   Mr Jackson kept a hold on her ponytail:  -�Who ever invented the
ponytail was a fucking genius. -�

   His arm guiding her head up and down the length of his shaft.  At first,
the bitter taste and smell of Miss Buxom -(TM)s ass on the cock was nearly
more than Debbie could handle.  She had done ass to mouth before with her
mother, with her teacher and several of her girlfriends from school.  The
thing was, her mother -(TM)s ass was clean with an enema before each use.
Miss Buxom did no such thing so a mixture of excitement, shame, and desire
flooded her body as Mr Jackson lead her mouth across every inch of his
massive cock.

   Debbie continued kissing and licking the top of the cock head:  -�Oh,
god Mr Cock, make me your cock whore! -�

   After about a minute, Mr Jackson -(TM)s cock was clean.  He shoved her
head lower than he had before.  He moved his thighs as far apart as he
could, then he pulled Debbies face to his balls rubbed her face up and down
his balls, from her forehead to her chin and back up again.

   Mr Jackson yelled out:  -�Miss Buxom!  Get in here you stupid whore! -�

   Miss Buxom came into the office:  -�Yes, sir? -�

   Mr Jackson was still rubbing his sweaty oversize balls up and down
Debbie -(TM)s face:  -�Do you ever clean the inside of your ass with an
enema?  Miss Baylock here was complaining about your ass smell. -�

   Miss Buxom:  -�No sir, I do not clean the inside of my ass, that is for
your cock to do. -�

   Mr Jackson grunted:  -�Get back to work! -�

   Miss Buxom:  -�Yes sir. -�

   Mr Jackson:  -�Now you know.  If you are going to be my cocks
girlfriend, dont question as to where he has been. -�

   Debbie managed to say:  -�Yes sir. -�

   Mr Jackson pulled her head back a little, the weight of his cock pressed
against her face, covered one eye, and she felt a tiny drip of what she
figured was pre-cum land on her head.  She lapped at his balls for a moment
and wondered if she was going to get the job.

   Mr Jackson pulled hard on her ponytail: "I thick we've got that just
about clean. -�

   Debbie gasped at the sudden pain on her scalp, but was cut short as Mr
Jackson thrust his rigid cock into her wide open mouth.  Her lips stretched
thin around his huge cock, she pushed her jaw to the limits to keep her
teeth from touching him, and though she tried to suck, she found it nearly
impossible.

   Mr Jackson: "Relax your throat little girl, let Mr Cock do the work."

   She moaned around his cock and did her best to relax, despite the jaw
achingly thick rod in her mouth.  His hand never left her ponytail.  He
timed the thrust of his hips with the push and pull of her head to drive
his cock further down her throat each time.  Tears welled up in the twelve
year-old blondes eyes as his cock pushed into her throat and she felt it
stretch to accommodate the girth of his cock.

   The tiny spasms of her throat, as she tried to time her breathing for
his thrusts, and fought her gag reflex, this seemed to drive him into
faster, rougher, and more exhilarating thrusts.

   Mr Jackson:  -�Come on little girl, relax, show Mr Cock your oral
skills. -�

   Debbie was giddy and wondered if the lack of oxygen was turning her on
just as much as Mr Jackson -(TM)s long thick cock.  His pubic hair tickled
her nose with each thrust now and she could feel his thick rod plumb the
depths of her throat.

   Debbie remembered her deep throat training in school.  She relaxed as
she was taught in school and was pleasantly surprised with how well she was
doing.  At first she was worried that she'd never be able to take his cock
even half-way, but thanks to his guiding hand on her ponytail, she was deep
throating his cock with every thrust, like a pro.

   Mr Jackson chuckled:  -�Very good, now I -(TM)m going to leave the cock
in your throat, just relax, and lets see how long you last. -�

   Her nose was pushed into his pubic hair, his oversize belly was resting
on her head and he let go of her ponytail.

   Mr Jackson patted her on the head:  -�If you are going to be my cock
warmer, you will greet me as I walk into the store.  By greeting me I mean,
hugs and kisses.  When we get to my office, you will undress me and neatly
hang up my clothes.  I want you to buy a dog collar and leash after work
today, put it on the store credit card.  You will wear the dog collar and
leash everyday and once you free Mr Cock from my underwear, you put the
handle of leash over it.  When I walk around you will follow me.  With the
handle of the leash on Mr Cock, it will have the effect of him walking you.
When I stop to talk to someone, you are to kneel in front of him kiss, lick
and deep throat him.  One minute.  Very good, Debbie.  For a twelve
year-old, you doing quite well at this. -�

   Mr Jackson continued:  -�When I am sitting at my desk, you will be under
the desk between my legs talking to Mr Cock, showing your love to him,
lavishing him with attention.  If I get up from the desk you are to stay
there, unless I tell you otherwise.  When I return, you are to be giddy
with excitement.  Lavish your attention on him, praise him, keep him warm
and safe in your mouth.  Two minutes.  Mr Cock is impressed. -�

   Debbie didn -(TM)t dare move.  Her neck and back were killing her, not
to mention her knees.  The top of her head was sweating with his belly
resting on it.

   Mr Jackson:  -�Where was I?  Oh yes, If I am on an important conference
call or talking to somebody here in the office or working on something and
I need to pee, I will clear my throat.  You should put Mr Cock as far down
your throat as possible so that I can urinate.  If you haven -(TM)t drank
pee before, you -(TM)ll learn.  There will some changes to the bathroom
policy soon.  At the end of the day you will thank Mr Cock for being his
girlfriend and you will hug and kiss me, thanking me for allowing you to
take care of him. -�

   Then Debbie coughed a little.

   Mr Jackson laughed as he pulled his cock from her throat and took hold
of her ponytail:  -�Fuck little girl.  Two minutes and forty seconds. -�

   As he pulled his cockhead out to her lips, he thrust his fat hips with
in and out strokes, until at last he pulled her from his cock, let go of
her ponytail, and took the dripping rod in own hand, aiming the thick head
at her still open mouth.

   Mr Jackson: "That's right, my little cock warmer.  Keep your mouth open
just like that and tilt your head back a little.  Perfect.  You are very
good at this.  Corporate will be interested in your oral skills."

   Debbie tried to keep her mouth open as possible: "Thank you, Sir. -�

   Mr Jackson put his cockhead on her tongue:  -�Look at me.  Don -(TM)t
take your eyes off of me. -�

   Debbie looked up at her boss as she held her tongue out.  Mr Jacksons
cock rested on her tongue and with a few strokes of his cock the first
strands of cum squirted into her mouth.  Mr Jackson shot load after load of
thick, hot, creamy cum into the twelve year-olds mouth.

   The musky scent filled Debbie -(TM)s nose.  Her tongue rolled and she
tried to swallow as her mouth filled up with cum.

   Mr Jackson smiled at Debbie: "Drink it up, like a good little girl."

   Debbie closed her mouth and swallowed the cum.  The salty, bitter,
slightly sharp taste of his cum filled her with a supreme sense of
satiation.  She opened her mouth to show her boss it was all gone.

   Mr Jackson took a handful of Debbies ponytail and wrapped it around his
cock.  He started to dry it off: "Very good.  Very good!  I have to say,
you were better than the other girls.  So I am offering you the job of cock
warmer and girlfriend to Mr Cock. -�

   Debbie waited until Mr Jackson had finished using her hair to wipe off
his cock.  She stood up and hugged Mr Jackson: "Thank you, sir.  For
offering me the job.  I accept. -�

   Mr Jackson smiled: "You're welcome, of course.  Well, it looks like your
shift is over, see you in the morning just as I told you."
Debbie: "Yes sir."
She leaned and forward and kissed the cock head:  -�See you tomorrow

love.  I cant wait to get to know you better. -�

   Debbie felt a little shy as she put her clothes back on while Mr Jackson
continued to jot notes into her file.

   She walked downstairs wondering if she'd be able to live up to the
potential Mr Jackson saw in her.  She hoped so.  If she did a good job, she
might get a position at corporate.  With her oral skills maybe she would
apply for the next cock warmer job that came up at corporate.

   Debbies mother would be so proud of her little girl, all grown up and
taking a cock all the way.

   **

   It took about a month but Debbie got over her embarrassment of being
leashed to Mr Jackson -(TM)s cock as they walked around the store.  She
knew the other women and girls were jealous of her as she took care of his
cock.  She would kneel in front of him as he talked to the sales staff and
kiss and lick and generally deep throat his cock.  Mr Jackson paid no
attention to her when he went on his rounds.

   Word had made it to corporate that there was an employee who was an
exceptional cock warmer.  WWP had purchased AZP some months ago and a Miss
Trisha Mitchell was sent by the senior VP, Bill Young to collect Debbie. 
Miss Mitchell was WWPs FARM, Female Asset Resource Manager.  She oversaw
the management of all females within the company.  Her office made sure the
women and girls were accounted for, rated their enthusiasm for the
Patriarchy and that the male employees were satisfied with them.  Trisha
worked directly for Mr Young and as such took orders only from him.

   Debbie was brought to corporate and the executive board examined her
oral skills.  With great disappointment, Mr Jackson sent Debbie to work at
headquarters.  She was assigned to Bill Youngs cock.  The nice thing about
the is job was that she got to travel with him.  She took care of his cock
while traveling.  The thing was, she wasn -(TM)t the only cock warmer
around.  Other executives had women and girls of all ages as their cock
warmers.

   These girls told Debbie that they were government babies and so their
company purchased them and trained them in cock warming.  They went
everywhere with their cock, drinking its cum and urine.  It wasnt unusual
to see forty or so men around a table each with their cock warmer between
their legs.

   Her father sold her to the clothing company and Mr Young took her
virginity during a board meeting.  The other executives laughing and
cheering on their boss.  Debbie was now property of the company.

   In time, Mr Young assigned her the task of going to auctions and sales
of women and girls with Miss Mitchell to select young girls who she thought
would be good cock warmers.  The requirements were blonde hair, blue eyes,
clear complexion, with straight and clean teeth.  Debbie had arrived at her
dream job.
   The end -- so far