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Sunny Gets a Job
by Heatheranne (hthranne@aol.com)

***

Sunny is your basic, sexy young thing who takes a job 
with an older, rich, powerful Hollywood type. There's a 
casting couch, a beautiful friend, the friend's 
handsome dad, the friend's friend and a wife with a 
fetish. Stuff happens. (MFF, dom, mast, voy, size)

***

Sunny loved to masturbate. She had her hand inside her 
jeans underneath her panties, and she was finger 
fucking herself good. It was Saturday night; she was 
watching an Orlando Bloom movie on HBO. 

"Ahhhh yeah," she moaned as Orlando kissed his leading 
lady. Sunny's finger jiggled in her tight cunt. She 
loved to bring herself to the brink of orgasm and then 
hang there. She slid her ass to the edge of the sofa. 
Her legs were stiffly spread; her mouth made an 'O' of 
sexual anticipation as her finger twitched over her 
clit. 

On the screen, Orlando dramatically swept off his 
shirt. "Oh yeah, that's it, you big hunk," thought 
Sunny. She loved how his well muscled body looked, not 
weightlifter heavy, just lean and sexy. He gracefully 
slid into bed with his leading lady and kissed her 
hard. In fact, there was a whole montage of kisses and 
caresses and looks of carnal desire. Glimpses of her 
tits and his tight butt flashed across the screen. 
Finally, the couple went at it, frantically humping one 
other. 

"Oh fuck, yes," moaned Sunny. Her finger slammed in and 
out of her pussy. "Give it to me. Fuck me hard...hard." 
Her body became rigid and trembled as the liquid 
slapping sound of her palm hitting her clit filled the 
room. "Ohhhhhh..." she whined in a long gasp as she 
came.

Sunny caught her breath before she carefully arose from 
the sofa. She didn't want to leave any evidence of her 
orgasm on the leather upholstery. She loved her more 
than spacious living quarters, and she wanted to keep 
them pristine. She lived in the home of her employer, 
Ashton Wagner and his wife Sarah. 

Sunny couldn't believe how lucky she'd been in landing 
her job. She'd grown up in the small town of Upnor, 
North Carolina. By the age of eighteen she'd already 
finished high school, plus she'd also taken most of the 
classes need for an associate's degree in business from 
a local community college. One day, one of her teachers 
had called her into his office. He had a friend in 
Wilmington on the Atlantic coast. His name was Ashton 
Wagner, and he was a producer in the television and 
film business there. Wagner needed an assistant, but he 
didn't want to advertise and have to sort through 
scores of applications. Was there anyone Sunny's 
teacher could recommend? The teacher had recommended 
Sunny. 

Sunny knew there was one good reason she'd been picked, 
besides her good grades. Her teacher had the hots for 
her. That was understandable. At five-feet three inches 
tall Sunny was a walking wet-dream. Her full c-cup tits 
stood round and firmly her chest. She had a heart-
shaped bubble butt that left guys staring in her wake. 
In between those two fantastic assets was her tiny 
waist. Add in a sweet face, large brown eyes and long, 
full brunette hair and she had a killer package. 

Sunny had squealed with delight and accepted his offer 
before he even knew what happened. All that he got out 
of the deal was a quick feel of her breasts on his 
chest as she gave him a brief hug. Not that he had a 
chance at more. Sunny was no virgin, but she was hardly 
experienced at sex. She'd had exactly one serious 
boyfriend. They'd gone between the sheets a few times, 
but then he'd gone to college. The school wasn't all 
that far away, but apparently the sexually 
adventuresome college girls had been more appealing to 
him than waiting for the weekend and a skinny little 
high school kid. Sunny had been a late bloomer and he'd 
missed out. 

The next day was Sunday. It was a day off for the 
Wagner's maid and cook. Since Sunny lived at the house, 
she'd volunteered to make breakfast. That had been her 
treat to her parents on Sunday mornings at home. She 
was a whiz at breakfast food. Mrs. Wagner had arisen 
early and taken only coffee and toast. She sold real 
estate and she'd left that morning to show a house. She 
was a tall, elegant blonde who was always impeccably 
dressed. 

Once she left, Sunny sipped at coffee and read the 
paper until Mr. Wagner got out of bed. He came into the 
kitchen wearing a gown and smelling of aftershave. 
"Good morning," he told Sunny.

"Good morning," said Sunny. "Would you like some bacon 
and eggs?"

"That sounds great," Wagner said. He took Sunny's place 
in the nearby breakfast nook, sipped at a fresh cup of 
coffee and read the paper while Sunny cooked. At least 
he read the paper when he wasn't looking at Sunny. 
Damn, the girl looked hot this morning. She was wearing 
probably what she'd worn to bed. Her outfit was a pair 
of violet colored string pants that set low on her 
hips. She had a matching tank top that left her midriff 
bare and showed off her impossibly slim waist. He bet 
that he could make his fingers touch around that waist, 
or maybe it just seemed that way because her tits 
filled her top to overflowing. He bet that he could 
bounce a quarter off the material stretched tight 
across her ass. 

"Here you go," said Sunny as she put the breakfast 
before Mr. Wagner. 

"Thanks, dear," he said. As he ate, he watched Sunny 
move around the kitchen. He especially liked it when 
she reached for something and stretched her tits tight 
against her top. She stood on tiptoes reaching to 
replace a jar on a high shelf, and Wagner swore that he 
could see the rounded bulge of her tit as it peeked 
from under her top. He felt his dick begin to grow 
between his legs. That was no small matter. He sported 
a thick nine inches and he wasn't wearing any 
underwear. He wondered what she would do if he stood up 
and exposed his erection. After weeks of watching Sunny 
flounce her amazing body, he was willing to risk 
finding out. After all, if she didn't like it, he could 
simply claim that it was an accident. 

Wagner vacillated; he read his paper and drank more 
coffee, but his hard-on wouldn't go away. He notched up 
his resolve and loosened the belt on his robe. When 
Sunny finished her work in the kitchen and turned in 
his direction, he stood and said, "Thanks for cooking 
breakfast, Sunny, it was very good." He twitched his 
hips and felt his robe brush along the stone hard nine 
inches of his cock as it fell into the open. 

"You're wel...come," said Sunny. Her voice broke when 
she saw her employer's cock flop out of his robe. "Oh 
my," she whispered.

Wagner studied Sunny's reaction. She wasn't running out 
of the room. In fact she seemed mesmerized by his cock. 
He looked down and feigned surprise. "Oh, I am so 
sorry," he said. He pulled his robe loosely closed over 
his cock. In fact it was so loose that his cock was 
uncovered once more as he stepped closer to Sunny. 

Sunny ogled the huge hunk of man-meat that was closing 
in on her. Mr. Wagner was tall and handsome and he was 
looking at her with hunger in his eyes. "Sir..." was 
the only thing she could say. 

"I hope you don't mind," he said. "You did this to me."

"I did?" said Sunny. As she watched, a wad of pre-cum 
formed at the tip of his cock. It twitched and the wad 
spurted onto the floor. Mr. Wagner came closer; his 
cock waved from side to side, pre-cum sloshed out at 
every step. Suddenly, she was in his arms. His steel 
dick shoved against her flat tummy. 

"I can't believe how beautiful you are," said Wagner. 
His hands roamed over her form, squeezing her tits one 
second and her ass the next. He thrust his tongue in 
her mouth while his hands went inside her pants. The 
soft skin over the twin globes of her ass felt like 
heaven. 

Sunny didn't know what to think. One second she was 
cleaning up after breakfast and the next second her 
boss had her in a hot clench. His tongue was like a 
snake in her mouth, twisting and turning like a wild 
thing. Her heart was pounding madly. She broke off 
their kiss with a loud gasp and said, "Sir, we 
shouldn't be doing this." But when she looked down and 
saw the cum covered head of his cock, she couldn't 
resist reaching out and grasping it in her fingers. 

"Oh yes," groaned Wagner. He couldn't believe that this 
hot teen was fingering his cock. He took the hem of her 
top and peeled it over her tits. They were as 
magnificent as he had imagined. They were full and 
rounded, high and firm, yet they tapered ever so 
slightly to perky nipples. He could feel the heat from 
the reddened flush of her perfect skin. He gave 
reverent kisses to the top of those perfect breasts. He 
was about to lick the jutting nipples when a noise 
intruded on his sex addled consciousness. 

Thunk. The sound of a car door closing made the 
impromptu lovers jump. "Oh shit," cried Wagner, 
"Sarah's back already." Mrs. Wagner was home from 
showing the house. He tried to pull away from Sunny, 
but the girl had too tight a grip on his stone hard 
dick. "Sunny," he hissed loudly. He shoved his hips 
forward once more and her grip loosened somewhat. Damn, 
but he was hot and so close to an orgasm. The fact that 
his wife was getting nearer just made him want it more. 
He plunged his cock back and forth, fucking Sunny's 
hot, cum-slick hand. 

Wagner came. A shot of cum leapt from the tip of his 
mighty cock and streamed across the kitchen floor; more 
cum followed. He hadn't shot a load like this in years. 
"Sunny," he said weakly and she finally released his 
dick with a startled gasp, putting her hands to her 
face as she watched the incredible streams of cum that 
flowed from his cock. He staggered backward as the 
streaks of cum lessened to drips and drabs and he could 
cover his dick with his robe and flee the kitchen. 

Sunny had the presence of mind to grab a handful of 
paper towels and wipe up the hot, soggy mess that Mr. 
Wagner had made. She was stuffing the towels in the 
garbage even as she heard Mrs. Wagner's steps in the 
hallway. At the last second, Sunny reached up and 
pulled her tank-top over her exposed boobs just as Mrs. 
Wagner walked into the kitchen. 

"Well, I'm back," said Mrs. Wagner. She laid her purse 
on the kitchen counter. 

"How did it go?" said Sunny, trying not to look as if 
she'd just jerked off the lady's husband. 

"Oh, I don't know," she sighed. Apparently, the showing 
hadn't gone well. "Is Mr. Wagner up?" 

Sunny choked back a laugh at the unintended pun. "Yes, 
ma'am," she managed to get out. "He just finished 
breakfast."

"Hmmm..." said Mrs. Wagner. She poured a cup of coffee, 
gathered up the newspaper and left the kitchen.

Sunny went back to her room. She'd masturbated the 
night before, but damned if she wasn't ready for more. 
She didn't think her fingers would do. She pulled a 
suitcase out of her closet and opened it on the floor. 
From underneath a heavy jacket that she kept stored 
away in the summer, she pulled out an oddly shaped bag. 
Out of the bag came something only a woman could 
appreciate. She'd been the captain of her high school 
softball team, and at the end of her senior season the 
team had given her a present. Sunny had gasped with 
laughter when she'd seen the multi-function dildo. The 
thing would pulse and writhe and vibrate. It even had a 
curved piece with a little forked end that fit over her 
clit. 

Sunny dropped her pants and panties and flopped on the 
bed. She spread her legs and eased the dildo into her 
cunt. She didn't need to worry about lubrication. Her 
vaginal lips were already puffy and moist from Mr. 
Wagner's talented fingers; not to mention the sight of 
his magnificent cock. In other words, she was already 
so hot and horny she could hardly stand it. She set the 
dildo to twisting in her pussy as her mind went back to 
just a few minutes ago. "Damn, did you see that dick?" 
she mumbled to herself. "It was so fuckin' big, I can't 
believe it." She hit the button that made the dildo 
softly vibrate. "Mmmm..." she moaned, remembering his 
kiss and the way his heart pounded in his muscular 
chest. 

Sunny's hips were pulsing in time with her writhing 
dildo. She set the dildo to vibrating at its highest 
speed. "And I made him hard," she whispered. "I made 
that big dick swell up." She was nearly there. She 
pressed the dildo's plastic tongue against her clit. 
"And then it shot off," she moaned. "It shot soooo 
muuuuch stuff." Her pussy clenched and she was cumming. 
"So much stuff...and more, and more cum," she groaned 
as her hips rose and she shoved the dildo in and out of 
her flowing pussy. Sunny felt her orgasm approaching. 
She held the plastic tongue of the dildo against her 
clit. "Ohhhh..." she gasped. The vibrations on her 
sensitive sex-button were almost too much to bear. Her 
back arched as she ground out her cum on her bed. 

Thirty minutes later, the dildo was hidden away once 
more. Sunny had taken a shower and dressed in shorts 
and a tee-shirt. She had to decide how to spend the 
rest of her Sunday. She doubted that it would be as 
exciting as the morning had been. 

There was a soft tap at her door. When she opened it, 
Mr. Wagner stepped in. He was wearing running shoes, 
shorts and a mesh tank top. The Nike Swoosh was 
emblazoned on all of his expensive gear. "Sunny, I 
couldn't get you out of my mind," he said. He was 
staring openly at the twin swells of her tits.

Sunny could see his dick already growing in his shorts. 
"But your wife..." Sunny began.

"She's at the other end of the house with her nose 
stuck in the real-estate section of the paper. She 
won't come up for air anytime soon. Besides, she thinks 
I'm out running," he said advancing into the room. 

Sunny had to admit that the man looked good. His legs 
bulged with muscle as well as did his pecs and biceps. 
The man stayed in shape. He came to her and immediately 
cupped her pussy mound through her shorts. "Oh sir," 
she protested, but she had to admit that she liked it. 
She like the way she made him hard. She liked the feel 
of his erection against her hip. He massaged her pussy 
with his talented fingers until they were both panting 
like two horny teens in a backseat. 

Wagner stepped back and pulled aside the leg of his 
shorts. With a flourish his dick sprang into the open, 
pre-cum slinging sideways through the air. "Look what 
you do to me," he said.

"I did that?" Sunny asked, trying to sound innocent. 

"You know you did," he growled. "Take off your shorts."

"What?" she said.

"I'll stay over here; just take off your shorts," he 
demanded. Sunny unbuttoned her shorts and stripped them 
off her fine ass. He began to stroke his cock. "Your 
panties – let me have your panties."

"My panties?" said Sunny. They were only plain white 
everyday bikini panties, but Mr. Wagner was eyeing them 
as if they were exquisite lingerie. As if in a dream, 
she pulled off her underwear and tossed them to her 
boss.

Wagner caught her panties and lifted them to his face. 
He inhaled deeply. "Nothing like the smell of hot 
pussy." He wrapped her undies around the head of his 
cock and rubbed his hand around in a corkscrewing 
motion. "You have one fine ass, young lady," he said. 

"I have?" asked Sunny. She turned so that her backside 
was three-quarters to his view. She looked over her 
shoulder and lifted her heel as she'd seen models do in 
a thousand ads.

"Oh shit, you know how to show it too," he moaned. 
Sunny slowly shifted her weight from one leg to the 
other making her sweet ass sway as the muscles rolled 
under her satin skin. She bent over and ran her finger 
the length of her vaginal lips, dipping her finger into 
her wet pussy. Wagner frantically beat his meat. This 
girl was too much. He felt the cum boiling in his 
balls. It wouldn't be long now. "Your tits, show me 
your tits."

Sunny straightened up. She loved what she was doing to 
Mr. Wagner. His eyes were glazed and he stood on bent 
legs, his hips thrusting out. His big cock seemed to be 
swelling even larger. She gathered up the front of her 
shirt in her fingers. She lifted the material until she 
could grasp the bottom of her bra cups, and then she 
pulled out and upwards. With hardly a jiggle, her 
shapely breasts revealed themselves to Wagner's fevered 
gaze. 

"Fuck yes," huffed Wagner. "I'm cumming, Sunny, I'm 
cumming to those big, luscious tits of yours." Around 
the tip of his cock, Sunny's panties jumped and 
throbbed as they absorbed Wagner's load of cream. The 
material darkened and grew absolutely soggy with his 
spunk. Finally, they fell to the rug with a wet splat 
as a long drool of cum followed them downward. 

The next day Sunny went back to work in Wagner's 
office. For tax purposes it was a separate building, 
but it looked as if it were part of his house – 
compound really, the place was huge. Her desk sat in a 
reception area, surrounded by file cabinets and backed 
by a kitchenette and bathroom. His room was much more 
luxurious with its large desk, meeting table and 
sitting area. 

Mr. Wagner came in. He was looking good, as usual. He 
was wearing pressed jeans and loafers as well as a 
white dress shirt and navy sport coat. "Good morning, 
Sunny," he said cheerfully. "Could you step in here a 
few minutes," he said as he walked into his office. 

She followed, and watched as he went to his desk and 
began putting files into a briefcase. "Okay," he said, 
"as we discussed, I'll be in Hollywood about a week. 
There's no need for you to be in the office every 
minute. I'll check in around noon and then you can take 
the rest of the day off." 

"Thank you, sir," said Sunny. She too was looking good 
this morning. She was wearing a summer print, strapless 
dress along with open-toe pumps. Her auburn tresses 
flowed across her bare shoulders. 

"I'm going to miss you, you know," said Wagner as he 
looked her up and down. He squeezed his crotch for 
emphasis.

Sunny could easily see that her boss was becoming 
aroused once more. "Sir, you shouldn't," she said as 
she watched him rub the length of his cock beneath the 
leg of his jeans. "You can't go to the airport with a 
boner in your pants." 

"I was hoping that I wouldn't have to," he said. He 
took Sunny's hand and led her to one of the armchairs 
in the conversation area where she took a seat. He 
pulled at the zipper of his jeans, and in a few seconds 
his rapidly filling cock was waving in Sunny's face. 

"We shouldn't..." began Sunny even as her hand went to 
his dick. She ran her palm up the length of the 
prominent cum-tube and was rewarded with a handful of 
clear pre-cum. She smeared it over the swelling lump of 
his cock-head. "I mean your wife and everything."

"Don't worry about her," he said, nudging his cock 
closer to Sunny's pouting lips. "I'm going to make some 
good deals in California and you're going to be 
included."

Sunny was no dummy and it certainly didn't take a 
rocket scientist to see what was happening here. She 
didn't want to be an office bimbo. She kissed the end 
of his dick and gave him a soulful look with her big 
brown eyes. "You'll get out there with all those 
talented starlets and forget about me." She licked the 
end of his dick and a shot of pre-cum splashed into her 
mouth. His balls must work overtime, she thought. 

"I won't forget about you," Wagner said with little 
jerks of his hips encouraging her lips to accept the 
end of his cock. "That pretty face and fantastic body 
can take you far if you let them," he said. 

Sunny licked and slurped at the end of his dick as if 
it were an ice-cream cone. "I did some amateur acting 
in high school; the teacher said I had some talent," 
she said between licks. 

"It just takes the right connections," said Wagner, 
emphasizing his last word by squirting pre-cum all over 
Sunny's full lips. She relented and seized his cock-
shaft with both hands and popped the head in her mouth. 
"Oh Sunny, that's amazing," moaned Wagner. The girl 
knew how to suck a cock. She used her lips and tongue 
to make his pre-cum flow like crazy, all the while 
jacking him with both hands. Then she sucked hard on 
his cock-head, making it swell with hot blood. Wagner's 
dick was so sensitive it was almost painful. At that 
point Sunny grazed the tips of her teeth over his 
engorged cock-head. "Oh fuck..." bellowed Wagner. His 
whole body shuddered and cum erupted from his cock like 
a lava explosion. His dick swelled and shot more spunk 
than he thought possible. 

Sunny gulped down whole mouthfuls of hot cum. The man 
was like a fountain. She'd never seen such an orgasm. 
No, she thought as she swallowed frantically, he's not 
going to forget this or me. 

*

The next day, after Mr. Wagner had made his promised 
noontime call, Sunny took advantage of his offer to 
take the afternoon off. She really didn't want to drive 
anywhere, so she decided to take a walk. The Wagners 
maintained almost two acres of lawn and gardens around 
their home. Or rather they hired people to do the 
maintenance. Sunny had seen gardeners at work in the 
yard, and today as she rounded a tall hedge she nearly 
ran over one of the workers. 

"Oops, sorry," she said as she sidestepped a man 
wielding a pair of clippers. 

"No problem," said the man. He had stopped clipping and 
was openly appraising Sunny's figure. 

Sunny didn't mind the stare, especially from this guy. 
He looked as if he was about her age. He was wearing 
the standard gardener's garb of khaki shorts and 
slightly soiled white tee-shirt plus boots and gloves. 
He was slim, with wiry muscles and a nice smile full of 
white, even teeth. Taking off one of his gloves, he 
stuck out his hand and said, "Hi, I'm Tommy." 

"Sunny," she said, shaking his hand.

"It sure is – hot too," he said, looking up into the 
cloudless summer sky. 

"I mean that's my name," said Sunny. 

"I figured," Tommy said with a teasing smile.

Sunny giggled. "I don't think I've seen you here 
before," she said.

"Well, I'm not here very often, mostly I'm a student," 
Tommy said as he reluctantly let her hand slip from 
his. "I work part-time for a lawn care service, so I 
get here every now and then." 

"Oh," said Sunny. They drifted into the shade provided 
by the hedge, and talked for several minutes. It turned 
out that Tommy was studying writing at a college a 
couple of hours drive away. 

Tommy checked his watch. "I better get back to work," 
he said, "but if you're free, I'd like to take you to a 
movie tonight."

"That sound cool," said Sunny. It had been a while 
between dates for her. 

They arranged to meet at the local multi-plex. That 
evening, Sunny drove her little red Honda Civic – the 
economy model, and parked at their agreed upon spot. 
Tommy pulled up in a Mitsubishi Eclipse. It was an 
older model, but Tommy had tuned it. It had a beautiful 
dark green paint job with a gold tint to it, plus he'd 
fitted distinctive gold-tinted oversized wheels. Tommy 
was in shorts and a tee once more, but these were clean 
as opposed to his earlier work wear. Plus, he'd 
showered and shaved. Sunny decided that she liked this 
cleaned up version as well as the more rugged, outdoors 
look he'd sported earlier. She was dressed in shorts 
and a tee also. But in her version, the tee was 
stretched tight across her boobs, and her shorts were 
molded to her ass. 

The movie was a romantic comedy. They watched as the 
boy and girl met, fought, separated and ultimately, of 
course, decided that their love could not be denied. 
Tommy proved to be not very shy. Halfway through the 
movie he put his arm around Sunny's shoulder. She 
obliged by snuggling. After the movie they had a soda 
and talked until it was late. Tommy walked her back to 
her car.

Sunny unlocked her car and then turned and leaned 
against the door. "I really enjoyed the evening," she 
said. 

"Me too," said Tommy as he put his hands on her hips. 
He gave Sunny a perfectly acceptable goodnight kiss for 
a first date, and then he proceeded to escalate 
matters. Tongues were exchanged, lips twisted and 
nipped, noses nuzzled, hands groped asses and pretty 
soon pertinent parts of their anatomies were becoming 
engorged with hot blood. 

"I really, really had a good time," said Tommy, 
catching his breath. 

"I can tell," giggled Sunny. She'd felt the rising 
evidence against her tummy. 

Tommy looked around. There were cars going by and 
people walking in and out of the theaters. "Can I see 
you tomorrow?" he asked. "I'll be back at the Wagner's. 

"I'll be free about noon," she told him. 

*

Sunny squirmed in her office chair all the next 
morning. She'd masturbated her pussy good once she'd 
climbed into bed the previous evening. The memory of 
Tommy's probing tongue and wandering hands had provided 
plenty of fuel for her orgasmic fantasies. 

Finally, Mr. Wagner made his phone call. He gave her 
several chores to perform. Sunny decided there was 
nothing urgent that couldn't wait. Shortly after noon, 
she set the office phone to record any incoming calls. 
She pulled two ice cold bottles of water out of the 
office refrigerator and set off in search of Tommy. He 
turned out to be working on the same hedge where she'd 
run into him the previous day. 

"Hi," said Tommy. He gave her the once-over as she 
approached. She was looking as hot as the weather. She 
was wearing a canary yellow sundress that started about 
halfway down her breasts and ended about halfway down 
her thighs. The tops of her up-thrust boobs bounced as 
she walked, and her skirt swirled about her tanned 
legs. 

"Hi," she said. "I thought you might like a drink." She 
offered him one of the bottles.

"Thanks," said Tommy. He took the bottle and gave her a 
kiss. It was a kiss that went way past hello and thanks 
for the water. When they finally came up for air, he 
said, "Let's find some shade." He took her hand and 
they headed for a stand of oak trees. 

Amongst the trees, they were in deep, cool shade. 
Hidden by the leaves on low hanging branches, and the 
impenetrable high hedge, they were in their own little 
world. "Good water," said Tommy. He drained most of the 
bottle, and then he stopped long enough to pull off his 
tee-shirt. He poured some of the cool water onto his 
sweaty shirt, and used it to wipe off his face and 
chest.

Sunny wondered if he was going shirtless for her 
benefit. Probably, she thought. After all, she'd picked 
out her dress to impress him. She leaned against one of 
the trees and sipped at her bottle of water. Damn, he 
looked good with his Orlando Bloom like lean torso and 
evident – but not overly developed muscles. 

"I like your dress," Tommy said. 

"Oh, thanks," said Sunny. She lifted the hem of her 
dress and glanced at it as if she had to remind herself 
of what she was wearing. She knew that Tommy was 
getting a glimpse of the thong she had decided to wear. 

Damn she looks good, thought Tommy. Her auburn hair 
framed her face and brushed the tops of boobs as they 
practically fell out of her dress. His dick was getting 
hard now. In fact, it really started to bulge when she 
flashed her tanned thighs and barely covered pussy 
mound. 

"I can tell," she said with a giggle, pointedly looking 
at the long swell in his shorts.

Tommy gripped his cock through the loose material of 
his shorts. He stroked himself as he drank in the sexy 
goodness of Sunny's hot bod. 

"Stroke that fucker," said Sunny. She was feeling as 
bold as she was horny. She knew that if she could make 
the rich, powerful Ashton Wagner drool with lust, then 
giving a young stud like Tommy a steel hard erection 
was practically automatic. She walked over to Tommy and 
locked her eyes on his as she reached down and undid 
the button on his shorts. She pulled his lips down to 
hers while she unzipped his shorts. Then she stepped 
back and reached under the hem of her dress. In a 
second, her thong was a small wad of material in her 
fingers. She let the wisp of underwear drop to the 
ground with a look that asked Tommy what he was going 
to do about it. 

"Hot damn," said Tommy as his loose-legged shorts 
dropped to his boots. He had a big, wet stain on the 
front of his boxers that expanded even as he stood 
there. 

Sunny lifted the hem of her dress, exposing her shaved 
slit to Tommy's fevered gaze. She giggled as he 
struggled to drop his boxers and step out of the 
clothing that threatened to trip him. 

He advanced on Sunny. His cock was pointed skyward and 
swayed with his steps, pre-cum sloshed and dripped with 
every step. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you," he 
said with a lusty smile. 

Sunny bit at her lower lip and leaned against the tree, 
waiting on Tommy. His dick wasn't nearly as long as Mr. 
Wagner's, but it was just as thick. He came to her and 
practically shoved his tongue down her throat. He 
palmed her pussy and then stuck a finger inside. Sunny 
felt her wetness growing; her juices were close to 
running down her thigh. 

Tommy lifted her leg into the air, exposing her 
blossoming vaginal lips. He leaned back, bent his 
knees, and then he made the connection. His dick slid 
effortlessly into her hot cunt. "Oh yeah...that's good 
stuff, Sunny," he moaned. 

Sunny should have felt helpless. She had one foot on 
the ground as this lust addled guy shoved his cock in 
and out of her pussy. But she didn't mind, it was a hot 
fuck, and she hadn't had one in a while. She let Tommy 
do all the work. Sweat streamed down his face and 
chest, making his muscles glisten in the summer sun. 
"Come on, fuck me faster, Tommy. Fuck me harder," she 
urged him on. He growled and doubled his efforts to 
satisfy this demanding, hot piece of ass. 

"Ohhhhh yeahhhhhh..." Sunny moaned as she got her wish. 
She came. She had to steady herself against the tree as 
her trembling orgasm nearly sent her sprawling. . 

"Your cunt...I can feel your cunt pulling at my dick," 
cried Tommy. Suddenly he staggered away, grabbing at 
his juice drenched cock. His hand flashed up and down 
on his fiery red meat and then he was cumming. Streams 
of hot spunk shot from the end of his dick. It was like 
a gun reloading and firing as he thrust his hips 
forward and his butt muscles flexed, sending his cream 
allover the little hideaway.

"That's so hot," said Sunny, admiring the torrent of 
cum she'd induced. 

*

Sunny sat at her desk the next morning. She daydreamed 
of Tommy. That had been one hot fuck. She wondered when 
there would be another one. He had been vague about 
when he would be back to work at the Wagner's. Plus, he 
hadn't asked for another date. For a half second, she 
had some self-doubt, but then she looked down at the 
swell of her breasts and her shapely legs. Surely he 
couldn't walk away from this, she thought with a smile. 
She was so engrossed with the daydream of his slick 
cock rushing through her pussy that she jumped when the 
phone rang. 

"Wagner Productions," said Sunny into the receiver. 

"Sunny, how are you?" said a feminine voice. 

"Marcia, hey," said Sunny. Marcia Johnson was a friend 
from her childhood. Their fathers had been business 
partners for some years, so Sunny and Marcia had grown 
up together. Marcia was almost two years older than 
her, and Sunny had been content to let her take the 
lead in their play. They had grown apart when Marcia 
began high school. She had become a tall, willowy 
blonde who was a favorite with the boys. In fact, one 
of those boys had been Sunny's boyfriend. Marcia had 
casually stolen him and then later dropped him simply 
because she could. Sunny and Marcia hadn't spoken for a 
year after that. They'd made up of sorts when their 
families had gathered together for a Christmas party. 

"So how's school?" asked Sunny. 

"Oh, I've got another semester to go," said Marcia. 
"I'm stuck at home for the summer."

"That must be awful," said Sunny in a teasing tone. 

"You've no idea," Marcia said dryly. "Daddy insisted on 
a family vacation, so we're here at the beach. We're 
going to spend the day at Pirate's Cove tomorrow, and 
we wondered if you could join us?" Pirate's Cove was a 
water-park surrounded by a shopping mall on the beach. 

"Sounds good to me," said Sunny. They talked some more 
and made plans for the outing.

The following afternoon, Sunny met the Johnsons as they 
pulled up at the Wagner's home. There were hugs all 
around. The Johnsons admired the Wagner's house and 
gardens and Sunny promised them a little tour if they 
had time later. Then they piled into the Johnson's 
Lincoln Navigator and headed for the park. Marcia 
drove, with her mother in the front passenger seat, 
while Sunny and Mr. Johnson, Ed, sat in the back. They 
talked all the way to the park. Mr. Johnson touched or 
rested his hand on Sunny's knee whenever he wanted to 
emphasize some point or another. 

She didn't mind this little intimacy though. She'd 
always thought that Uncle Ed, as she'd grown up calling 
him, was a very cool guy. He was one of those men who 
just got better looking with age. She liked his salt 
and pepper hair and the laugh lines around his ice blue 
eyes. And speaking of eyes, she liked the way his 
traveled admiringly up and down her body.

They arrived at the park, Mr. Johnson bought them all 
passes, and they went to the dressing rooms. Sunny had 
worn a two-piece swimsuit and a beach jacket along with 
sandals. She stored the jacket and sandals along with 
her bag in a locker. 

"Love your swimsuit," said Marcia after she'd finished 
storing her paraphernalia. 

"Thanks," said Sunny. She had picked the suit because 
it was practical – her assets weren't likely to fall 
out of it – as well as good looking. The halter top was 
a hot pink number that allowed her generous tits to 
play peek-a-boo on all sides while still being reined 
in. The navy, with pink accents, hip-hugging bottom did 
much the same for her great ass.

"I like yours too," said Sunny. Marcia had the tall, 
thin frame of a fashion model. Sunny noted that her 
bikini top had to scoop and gather and push to make 
some cleavage. She doubted that the girl sported more 
than an A-cup. Not that her naturally blonde hair and 
delicate features didn't make up for any lack of tits.

"Ready, girls?" asked Mrs. Johnson. She wore a black 
one-piece that had a little skirt to hide the tops of 
her thighs. She was a pretty woman who had let her body 
become pudgy, to put it frankly.

The trio of women went outside to find Mr. Johnson 
waiting. Sunny was impressed. Johnson had good pec's 
and ab's, and his loose fitting trunks revealed well 
muscled thighs. Sunny remembered her father saying that 
Uncle Ed ran marathons. 

"There're my bathing beauties," said Johnson with a 
grin. 

They all went to the slide area and took their first 
plunge. There were numerous slides at the park. As the 
visitors moved from slide to slide they increased in 
steepness as well as added twists, turns and other 
features. By the third slide Mrs. Johnson had reached 
her limit. "I think I'll just stay in one of the 
pools," she said. 

"Me too," said Marcia. "I think I'll get some sun." 
She'd been tugging and pulling at her suit. The thing 
wasn't meant for serious water sports, unless you 
counted catching lecherous stares from men as a sport.

"Wimps," said Mr. Johnson with mock disdain. "How about 
you?" he asked Sunny. 

"I'm game," said Sunny, eyeing the other slides. 

"We'll catch up with you cowards later," said Johnson 
with a laugh to his wife and daughter. He took Sunny's 
hand and they walked to the escalator that would take 
them to the top of the slides. 

Sunny bit her lower lip as they waited in line for the 
next slide. It was steep and she could hear screams as 
the sliders disappeared over the edge. "You want to go 
in tandem?" asked Johnson when it became their turn. 

Sunny watched as a teen couple screeched their way down 
the slide together. "Okay," she said. She situated 
herself in the water flowing over the top of the slide. 
Johnson sat behind her and wrapped his arms around her 
waist. The hairs on his chest tickled her back, but she 
liked the feel of his muscled arms on her tummy. 

His lips were at her ear when he said, "Don't pay any 
attention if I scream like a little girl."

Sunny giggled and then they were off. She wasn't sure 
if he screamed, but she knew that she did. She held 
onto his legs for dear life as they whooshed down the 
torrent of water. With a final yelp, they skidded into 
the pool at the bottom. Sunny laughed as they waded to 
the edge. "That was fun. We'll have to do the rest of 
the rides like that," she said. 

Sunny noticed a funny look on her Uncle Ed's face. 
"Sounds good to me," he said after a second of 
hesitation. They went down more slides, holding one 
another tight.

As they approached the last and most daring slide in 
the park, Sunny realized what the look on her uncle's 
face meant. Her Uncle Ed was becoming aroused. She 
stifled a giggle. After all, she had been grinding her 
ass into his groin for several minutes now. And his 
hands had been groping at her tummy, sometimes reaching 
the tops of her thighs and sometimes brushing at her 
breasts. 

Maybe he was copping feels or not, but Sunny was glad 
that her Uncle Ed was there for the last slide. She 
watched as bathers were dropped into a maelstrom of 
turbulent water, swirling in circles as they dropped 
lower until they were deposited in a deep pool.

"Ready?" asked Johnson as he nestled close. 

Sunny swore that she could feel the lump in his trunks. 
She shimmed her ass, rubbing against his throbbing, 
growing lump as if she was settling in. She squeezed 
his thighs to her sides and said, "Let's go." 

Johnson pushed off. Sunny yelped as they dropped and 
the swift rush of water shoved them sideways. "I've got 
you," Johnson halfway yelled into her ear. He certainly 
did have her. He'd wrapped his arms around her chest, 
seizing her breasts. He'd also brought a leg over hers, 
spreading her thighs and pressing his calf onto her 
pussy mound. 

Sunny felt as if she was in some sort of a weird 
wrestling hold. She didn't mind though. She shrieked 
with laughter as their bodies bounced and twisted 
against one another. His leg gave her pussy a rough 
massage and he was groping at her tits as they went 
round and round. Despite all the tossing and turning, 
Sunny found herself hunching her suddenly aroused cunt 
against her Uncle Ed's leg. She felt as if she could 
well and truly manage an orgasm if she had enough time. 
But she didn't. 

With a final twist, they broke into the open. They 
separated as they fell into the pool. Sunny was a good 
swimmer. She held her breath and stayed under the water 
long enough to make sure that her suit was still 
covering the important bits. She spun about in the 
water and spied Johnson. He had his eyes closed, 
kicking for the surface. His hands were busy with his 
swimsuit also. One hand pulled the waistband away from 
his flat stomach, while the other groped about inside. 
Sonny bet that he was hiding his boner before he had to 
climb out of the pool. Sunny kicked and pulled herself 
underwater until she could arise in front of Johnson. 
She managed to brush her nipples up his thighs and 
across his hips and chest as she popped out of the 
water. "That was fun," she squealed, and gave him a 
quick kiss on the cheek.

"Ha," he huffed in surprise. He grasped her arms and 
pulled her close for a more than avuncular peck on the 
lips. "How about we dry off and get something to eat?"

Sunny climbed out of the water. "Okay, I wonder where 
Marcia and Aunt Mae got to?" she asked as she scanned 
the various pools. 

Johnson arose out of the water beside her, glanced 
across the crowded park and said, "It would take 
forever to find them. I'm sure they'll eat if they get 
hungry."

"Okay, I'll meet you in front of the dressing rooms," 
said Sunny. She padded off. 

Sunny toweled off as best she could in a wet swimsuit, 
ran a comb through her hair and flipped it into a 
ponytail. She put on her beach jacket and sandals, 
threw her purse strap over her shoulder and left the 
dressing area. Mr. Johnson was already waiting for her 
of course. He had donned a loose fitting white tennis 
shirt over his trunks. They entered the mall and 
stopped at an Applebee's for a snack. They settled on 
having an appetizer of potato skins. Sunny drank a soda 
while Johnson ordered a pitcher of beer. They talked 
about inconsequential things as they ate. Johnson had 
emptied the pitcher and was sipping at his last glass 
of beer when he said, "Sunny, you were a scrawny little 
thing growing up. But you've certainly filled out 
nicely."

"Thank you, Uncle Ed," she said. His face was flushed 
from the alcohol and he was ogling her breasts. She 
remembered how his hands had felt on that last ride. 
Her nipples were still sensitive from where he had 
rubbed the material of her swimsuit across them. Her 
Uncle Ed – well, he wasn't really her uncle she had to 
remind herself – was definitely coming onto her. This 
older, very attractive man, was practically drooling 
over her tits and now his leg was brushing against hers 
under the table. 

"Can I get you anything else?" asked the server who had 
seemingly appeared out of thin air. 

"Oh, nothing, thanks," said Johnson as he managed to 
drag his eyes away from Sunny. "just the bill, please." 

Johnson settled the bill, and then he and Sunny were 
back in the mall. They strolled past the shops, 
occasionally remarking on something in a window. 
Shortly, they came upon a boutique store. "Do you like 
this store?" asked Johnson when Sunny stopped to look 
at a display of jeans.

"It's okay," said Sunny with a shrug. It was one of 
those stores that featured a loud techno-beat as 
background music. It had trendy clothes at inflated 
prices. 

"Let me buy you something," said Johnson as he took her 
arm and guided her into the store.

Sunny didn't question her uncle's motives. He had 
always bought her little presents. Although the last 
thing she could remember was a stuffed bear from about 
three years ago. She browsed for a few minutes until a 
top caught her eye. It had short-sleeves with a wide 
neckline and a crisscross bodice that dropped to a 
waist that could be buttoned just above her cute 
bellybutton. Sunny smiled to herself. The top would 
showcase both her tits and her tiny waist. She found a 
color and size that suited her and then got the store's 
single clerk on duty to open a dressing room. 

Once in the room, Sunny removed her beach jacket and 
hung it on a hook. She wanted to put the top on over 
her swimsuit, but decided that it was still too damp. 
She had just untied her swimsuit top and hung it with 
her jacket, when the dressing room door swept open and 
her Uncle Ed popped inside. He quickly shut the door 
behind him.

Sunny crossed her arms over her breasts and hissed, 
"Uncle Ed, what are you doing?"

Johnson's eyes immediately went to the sight of Sunny's 
breasts as they swelled above her hands. "Don't worry," 
he said with a sexy smile. "The salesgirl's busy with a 
bunch of giggly high school girls." 

Sunny had seen that look before, most recently on Mr. 
Wagner's face. She'd teased Uncle Ed all afternoon and 
now he was all worked up. In fact, she thought she 
could see the bulge of his cock through his trunks and 
the long tail of his knit shirt. She liked it. She 
wasn't afraid of her uncle or the situation. She 
thought it was exciting.

Throwing back her shoulders Sunny put one hand on her 
hip and put a forefinger to her lips exposing her 
jutting tits. "Is this what you wanted to see?" she 
asked coquettishly. 

"Oh damn, you know it is," said Johnson. He took 
Sunny's breasts in his hands and tweaked her nipples 
with his thumbs. 

In reaction, Sunny's hands went to his forearms. She 
didn't try to stop his caresses, but she couldn't stop 
shivering at his touch. It was like an electrical 
charge was running from her nipples to her pussy. Her 
mouth made an oh of surprise as she looked up, and then 
he was kissing her. It was a hard sloppy kiss; his 
tongue frantically probing her mouth. 

The kiss went on for a while. Sunny fought back with 
her tongue until they were both breathless. "Uncle Ed, 
what are we doing?" she asked when they came up for 
air, as if she didn't fully well know. 

"You're so hot; you've made me hard all day," moaned 
Johnson. He pulled down his trunks to show her. Pre-cum 
was streaming from his cock-slit, falling to the floor 
of the dressing room. "My balls are about to bust, 
Sunny," he pleaded. 

Johnson's hands went back to her tits and he resumed 
his frenzied wet kiss. He hunched his cock against her 
flat belly, smearing his cum into her soft skin. His 
hands crept lower, stroking and massaging her nubile 
body until he was kneading her fine ass, and his 
fingers dipped down the front of her swimsuit, pushing 
the material off her hips.

Sunny felt her Uncle Ed's finger worm its way into her 
juicy cunt. She was thoroughly wet, and he began to 
screw her with one finger at first, and then two. "That 
feels too good, Uncle Ed," she groaned softly. That 
seemed to spur the man on. His finger fucking increased 
in tempo. Soon the little room was filled with the 
slap, slap of his hand on her pussy lips. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh..." Sunny cried in a high whisper. She 
buried her face against his shoulder and came big time, 
her soft cries muffled in his shirt. 

Sunny sat on the little bench of the dressing room, 
recovering from her hot orgasm. She kept her eyes 
closed and leaned against the wall until her heart 
stopped racing and her breathing returned to near 
normal. When her eyelids fluttered open, she saw her 
Uncle Ed standing there. His hand was holding the shaft 
of his cock while weak jets of pre-cum leapt from its 
tip. He looked as if he was in pain. 

"Come here," said Sunny. She replaced his hand on his 
cock with both of hers. She licked the pre-cum from his 
cock-head and then took it in her mouth. She gave his 
pulsing shaft a couple of strokes and he exploded in 
her mouth. 

His day long supply of pent up cum rushed through his 
dick. "Oh fuck...oh yes...damn, damn, damn...suck it, 
suck it, my little Sunny," he whimpered softly in time 
to the spurts of cum that filled her mouth. 

Eventually, Sunny got to try on the top and saw that it 
was a nice fit. She left the dressing room and then 
signaled Uncle Ed when it was a good time for him to 
sneak out. The salesperson gave them a suspicious look 
as he paid for the top, but she didn't say anything 
beyond the usual pleasantries of business. 

They walked back into the mall concourse. "I think she 
suspected," said Sunny.

Johnson barked out a laugh. "Bunch of hot young girls 
trying on clothes in there all day while their horny 
boyfriends wait on them? I imagine someone has sex in 
those dressing rooms every other day."

"Uncle Ed, I think you're turning into a dirty old 
man," said Sunny. 

He just laughed and pulled a cell phone from his 
pocket. He fiddled with it and then put it to his ear. 
"Hi, what are you doing?" he said into the phone. 

Someone else talked. Sunny assumed it was Aunt Mae. 

"Yeah, sorry about that," said Johnson. "I turned it 
off before we went swimming. So what's the plan?" The 
conversation ended shortly and he put away the phone. 
Turning to Sunny he said, "Let's head back to the car. 
I think they've had enough for the day." 

They walked to the Lincoln Navigator. On a weekday 
afternoon the big SUV stood out in the mostly empty 
parking lot. Johnson started the engine and the air-
conditioner roared to life full blast against the 
summer heat. 

"Where are they?" asked Sunny, looking across the lot 
for Marcia and her mom. 

"Oh they won't be here for a while," said Johnson with 
a wicked grin. "I thought we could spend a little time 
together alone." He reached to his lap and gave his 
cock a stroke. 

Sunny's eyebrows shot upwards. "You're hard again?"

"Damn right...I can't go soft around you, girl. Let's 
get in the back and fuck."

"Uncle Ed!" said Sunny, trying to sound shocked and 
failing. 

"No one can see us," said Johnson. 

That's true, thought Sunny. The windows of the SUV were 
so heavily tinted that an outsider would have to be 
standing right next to the car to see inside. Before 
she realized what she was doing she had crawled across 
the console and into the middle seats. Johnson adjusted 
the front seats as far forward as they would go, and 
then he joined her via the doors. 

"Let's get these off," said Johnson. He eagerly 
stripped Sunny's swimsuit bottom off her luscious ass. 
Spreading her legs, Johnson dived on her smooth pussy. 
He didn't even make a pretense of gradual foreplay, he 
simply locked his mouth on her cunt and split her 
vaginal lips with his tongue. 

"Oh...oh, Uncle Ed," cried Sunny as she felt his tongue 
delight the tingling nerve ends of her pussy. He 
enthusiastically plunged and twirled his tongue in and 
out while alternating with long licks at her clit. 
Movement caught her eye, and Sunny looked up to see a 
white pickup driven by mall security roll by. The 
driver, a woman in sunglasses, glanced toward the 
Lincoln. Yeah were fuckin' in here, thought Sunny. 
You're working and I'm getting head right here and now. 
The truck rolled on. "Shit...fuck!" yelled Sunny. 
Snatching at Johnson's hair, she came all over her 
uncle's face. 

Sunny laughed when her Uncle Ed whacked his head on the 
roof of the Lincoln as he fought to get in the seat 
beside her. But the pain didn't slow him down any. He 
pulled at the leg of his trunks and jerked his 
throbbing cock into the open. "Hurry," he hissed as he 
searched the parking lot for a sign of his wife and 
daughter. 

"You've got a big cock, Uncle Ed," cooed Sunny. She 
swung a leg over his crotch and looked down. Johnson 
was holding the shaft of his cock; she could barely see 
his fingers past the flared, cum-seeping, purple head. 

"I sure do," growled Johnson. He painted her pussy lips 
with his wide cock-head. Squirts of pre-cum coated her 
blossoming lips as he eased his way inside. "Oh, Sunny 
you've got the tightest little cunt I've ever felt."

"Oh, God! Fuck! Uhhhh, shit!" Sunny squealed 
shamelessly, looking down at the long, stiff, 
glistening stalk of her uncle's cock stabbing into her 
hairless little pussy. She wrapped her arms around his 
neck and pillowed her tits on his chest. "Yessss! Fuck 
me!.... Fuck me, Uncle Ed. Fuck my little cunny."

Johnson began to race his cock in and out of her pussy 
hole. He couldn't fuck this hot piece of ass fast 
enough. Holding onto Sunny's smooth round buttocks, he 
continued to ram his prick into her up-thrust cunt. 
Sunny had her legs planted on either side of his waist, 
and her arms flung around his neck as his massive cock 
slammed up into her clinging twat, causing her to gasp 
and moan with pleasure.

"Ooooohh, Uncle Ed, yes, just like that. Fuck me hard. 
Ohhh, yes, deeper. I'm cumming, I'm cumming again," 
Sunny squealed.

Johnson grabbed Sunny by her twin cheeks and lifted her 
hot little ass up off his thighs, driving his plunging 
cock deep into her squirming cunt as she came.

"Ooooooh, I'm cumming Uncle Ed. It feels so good...yes, 
yes...Yesssss."

Johnson wanted deeper penetration. Knowing that he was 
about to bring this horny little girl off a second 
time, triggered his ejaculation. He wanted her to 
really feel it when he came inside her tight little 
cunt. He put his palms under her trembling thighs and 
lifted her up, spreading her legs wide at the same 
time.

"I'm coming too, baby," yelled Johnson, shuddering and 
hunching his cock deep up inside her incredible pussy. 
"Yeah, right up your cunt...cumming up your tight, 
sweet, little cunt, your gorgeous little cunt."

Sunny's eyes stared wide in orgasm as her uncle's cock 
jerked inside her, filling her quivering pussy to the 
brim with load after load of hot, scalding cum.

A few minutes later, Sunny helped Mrs. Johnson and 
Marcia fill the back of the Lincoln with shopping bags. 
Evidently, they'd spent most of the afternoon in the 
mall stores. Mrs. Johnson looked pale and in pain. "Are 
you alright?" Sunny asked her. 

"Oh, I've developed the most awful migraine, honey," 
she said. "I need to lie down. You guys can eat without 
me."

"That's too bad," said Sunny. "Let's just skip dinner. 
I'm feeling kind of whacked out too." 

Johnson drove on the way to the Wagner home while Sunny 
and Marcia sat in the back. After they were on their 
way, Marcia slid over close to Sunny and said, "Do you 
think there's any way that you could introduce me to 
Mr. Wagner?"

Sunny examined her long time acquaintance. She suddenly 
knew why she had been invited along on their little 
jaunt in the first place. Marcia wanted to see Mr. 
Wagner. Sunny knew she was ambitious; there was no 
telling what she wanted from the man. 

"Oh, I'm sorry," said Sunny, "he's out of town this 
week." She could barely keep the disappointment over 
her friend's motives out of her voice. She scored a 
small revenge by not offering any more information.

"Oh," said Marcia. 

Sunny sighed. She could never bring herself to be truly 
mean to someone. Besides, she was feeling pretty mellow 
after several pussy pounding, satisfying orgasms. 
Orgasms courtesy of Marcia's father. "Why don't you 
call me next week? I'll look at his schedule, and if he 
has some free time then you can just happen to drop by 
to see me. And then, of course, it would be only polite 
to introduce you." 

Marcia clapped her hands and squealed out her thanks, 
"Oh that's wonderful, thank you so much." 

As they approached the Wagner home, Sunny saw Tommy's 
Eclipse sitting on the street. She knew it was his car, 
the paint job and wheels were too distinctive. So why 
hadn't he parked in the drive? Had he come to surprise 
her? That seemed reasonable, his company wasn't 
scheduled to do any yard work that week. 

Sunny said her goodbyes to the Johnsons and entered the 
Wagner home through a door that led directly into her 
rooms. She wondered if Tommy was waiting for her. She 
took the time to change into fresh clothes, comb out 
her hair and apply a minimum of makeup. 

Sunny left her room looking for Tommy, or failing that, 
she planned to raid the kitchen for something to eat. 
Her end of the house was given over mostly to 
recreation. Leaving her room, she passed a small gym, a 
billiard room, den and media room before she came to 
the dining room and kitchen. So far then there had been 
no sign of Tommy. That was when she heard the laughter. 
It sounded like a man and woman having a good chuckle 
over something. Maybe, thought Sunny, it was Tommy and 
Mrs. Wagner discussing some finer point of landscaping. 
She left the kitchen and walked down the hallway toward 
the now more subdued conversation. In fact, the voices 
were more than subdued; they were downright intimate, 
complete with murmurs and soft laughter. 

Sunny's footsteps became quieter as she neared what 
proved to be the Wagner's bedroom. She slowed to a 
crawl and peered into the room, unsure of what she'd 
find. Moving her head an inch at a time, the room came 
into view. She saw a writing table, where Mrs. Wagner 
kept her laptop, and then an elegant dresser, and then 
a naked Tommy sitting on a chair, looking ardently at 
something. His rampant dick stretched from groin to 
navel, twitching with his heartbeat. A thin drool of 
pre-cum washed over his cock-head. Whatever he was 
staring at held him spellbound. That was when Mrs. 
Wagner appeared from the other side of the room. She 
looked as if she had just stepped out of a Victoria's 
Secret catalog. 

Sunny had to admit that the woman was stunning. Her 
long blonde hair lay in curls over her tanned 
shoulders. She was wearing a gray silk babydoll. It had 
a deep v-neck embroidered with lace to show off her 
breasts, plus slit sides that revealed matching 
panties. She strutted up to Tommy in four-inch 
stilettos. "Do you like this?" she asked, smoothing her 
hands across the shiny silk. 

"You look amazing," Tommy said.

"I know," said Mrs. Wagner. She stopped in front of 
Tommy with her legs spread and her hands on her hips. 
She pointed to the floor as if giving an order and 
Tommy hopped off his chair and went to his knees. To 
Sunny's amazement, he began to kiss Mrs. Wagner's toes. 

"Oh shit," Sunny mouthed silently. She'd heard about 
stuff like this, but Tommy wasn't a wimp. He didn't 
seem to be the sort of guy who needed to be dominated. 
But maybe she was wrong. By then, Tommy was nuzzling 
Mrs. Wagner's calf and licking his way up her leg. When 
he reached her knee, she put a finger under his chin a 
lifted him up. Between Mrs. Wagner's natural height and 
her heels, she was actually an inch or two taller than 
he. 

Tommy's hand went to his dick. He almost got in a 
stroke before Mrs. Wagner slapped him on the wrist. 
"Not yet," she said in a coo, caressing his cheek with 
her fingers. Tommy's body shuddered as if she'd slapped 
his face, and an eruption of pre-cum leapt from the tip 
of his dick to fall on Mrs. Wagner's leg. A whimper 
escaped Tommy's lips. He went back to his knees, 
licking the gleaming drops of his seminal fluid from 
Mrs. Wagner's satin skin. 

"You do have a talented tongue," said Mrs. Wagner. "Why 
don't you remove my panties?" Tommy smiled up at the 
tall goddess. His palms slid up her thighs until he 
could delicately grasp the waistband of her silky 
panties with forefinger and thumb. Slowly he pulled the 
panties over her luscious ass and down her long legs. 
She obligingly stepped out of the panties. Tommy lifted 
the wisp of garment to his nose and inhaled deeply. As 
if he was making some sort of offering, he straightened 
the material and placed the panties carefully on top of 
the dresser.

Sunny had to lean back into the shadows in order to be 
sure that Tommy didn't see her. She'd heard of these 
domination games, but she couldn't believe that he was 
playing along. She'd taken him for a very masculine guy 
with sort of boyish ways. All the same she couldn't 
drag her eyes away. When she peeked back into the room, 
Mrs. Wagner had lain on the bed. Sunny took 
satisfaction in seeing that Mrs. Wagner's tits had 
sagged slightly to the sides of her chest. Sunny knew 
that in Mrs. Wagner's position, her tits would be 
standing high, her nipples pointing straight up. 

But Tommy wasn't worried about her tits at the moment. 
He had his face buried between Mrs. Wagner's thighs. 
She was making little hisses and moans of satisfaction. 
"Yessssss...uhhhh yes."

Tommy's head bobbed up and down. He alternated between 
licking her clit and plunging his tongue into Mrs. 
Wagner's cunt. "That's it...fuck my pussy...fuck my 
pussy with that tongue." She reached down and grabbed a 
fistful of Tommy's hair. She dragged his face to her 
pussy. "Come on, eat my twat," she said with the force 
of an order. Her hips flailed as she smeared her pussy 
against his lips and tongue and nose. 

"Oh damn," whispered Sunny. Mrs. Wagner's legs 
trembled. She threw her head back and arched her spine. 
She looked as if she was in terrible pain, but Sunny 
knew she was having an orgasm. She was cumming and she 
was cumming good. In fact, she was riding Tommy's face 
like a sex toy. On and on, she hunched against his 
face. To say the least, the woman was capable of an 
extended orgasm. Poor Tommy was going to be bald and 
suffocating if she didn't finish soon. 

No wonder Tommy hadn't asked her out again. If his 
mistress found out, she'd probably cut off their play. 
Sighing, Sunny walked resolutely away from the Wagner's 
bedroom. She had fully grown men after her. She 
certainly didn't need to crave the attention of a 
college boy. By the time she reached her room, her 
empty tummy had reasserted itself. She found her purse 
and left the house in search of a thick burger.

*

Mr. Wagner was back in his office on Monday. Sunny 
found herself making up for the afternoons off from the 
week before. She stayed busy with office work, typing, 
faxing and answering the phone. FedEx guys came by 
twice a day to take or leaving thick mailers. Sunny was 
so busy she didn't even have time for the playful 
flirting that all the delivery men like to direct in 
her direction. 

It wasn't until Thursday that Marcia called. "Is he 
back yet?" she asked Sunny. 

"Yeah, but it's been crazy around here," said Sunny. 
She looked at her phone. She had two lines on hold at 
that moment.

"Can I meet him, like we said?" Marcia was practically 
whining. 

Sunny sighed; she didn't have time for this. She 
flipped through her calendar and said, "He doesn't have 
anything scheduled after noon tomorrow, but..."

"Oh, that's perfect," squealed Marcia, "see you then."

"But..." said Sunny. She was too late, Marcia had 
already hung up. 

Sunny half expected Marcia to show up at dawn on 
Friday, but she didn't actually arrive until about 
three in the afternoon. Sunny greeted her with some bad 
news: "He went to play golf." 

"That's alright," Marcia said with a confident smile. 
She gestured to the overstuffed piece of pink luggage 
in her hand. "I came prepared to stay the weekend." 
They went to Sunny's rooms where Sunny left her to 
settle in. At five, Marcia came back to Sunny's office. 
Wagner was still away from home.

Sunny shut down her computer and did the other things 
necessary to close the office for the day. "Want to 
take a walk around the grounds? They have some lovely 
gardens," she asked Marcia. She'd been on her ass all 
day and wanted to stretch her legs. 

Marcia clearly wasn't enthused about the idea, but she 
shrugged and said, "Sure."

They strolled slowly through the heat of the late 
summer afternoon. The flower beds and shrubs were 
perfectly manicured, as usual. That made Sunny think of 
Tommy. She hadn't seen or heard from him all week. At 
that moment, she and Marcia emerged from underneath a 
trellis covered with roses, and Tommy was there, 
walking toward them. He was carrying pruning shears, 
although he didn't look as if he'd been working. She 
wondered if he'd just spent an hour or two groveling at 
Mrs. Wagner's feet. Sunny was about to say hello and 
introduce Tommy to Marcia when the two looked at one 
another and said simultaneously, "What are you doing 
here?" 

Sunny looked from one face to the other. They both held 
a mixture of surprise, guilt and anger. "I guess you 
guys know each other," she said.

"Yes," they said, still looking daggers at one another. 

"I'll just ease on back to the house," said Sunny. She 
left the couple in their standoff. 

Almost an hour later, Marcia showed up back in Sunny's 
room. Her mood seemed near enough to normal that Sunny 
was encouraged to ask, "What was that all about?"

Sheepishly, Marcia said, "Well, Tommy is my 
friend...boyfriend...fuck-buddy...something in there; I 
don't really know. We weren't supposed to see each 
other again until school started in the fall. I thought 
he was busy with summer classes. Anyway, it seems that 
we're here for the same thing – getting Mr. Wagner to 
notice us."

"Oh, yeah, he said that he was a writer. Does that mean 
he's written something for Mr. Wagner?" asked Sunny. 
She hadn't thought to add that tidbit into the mystery 
of Tommy. 

Marcia nodded. "He said that you two had talked. Yes, 
he has an idea for a television show. He said that he 
gave it to Mrs. Wagner and she promised to give it to 
her husband. Apparently, they met while Tommy was doing 
one of the gardens."

That's not all he's given to Mrs. Wagner, thought 
Sunny. Obviously, the boy hadn't been stupid enough to 
mention his relations with her or Mrs. Wagner, 
otherwise Marcia wouldn't be speaking to her. "Well..." 
said Sunny. She was searching for a less dangerous 
topic when there was a tap at her door. "Come in," she 
called out.

The door opened and Mr. Wagner entered wearing a 
bathrobe. "Hello there," he said as his eyes went from 
Sunny to Marcia. "I didn't know that Sunny had 
company."

"Mr. Wagner, this is my friend, Marcia Johnson," said 
Sunny. 

"It's my pleasure," said Mr. Wagner. He crossed the 
room and took Marcia's fingers in hand as if he might 
kiss them at any second. "You'll have to excuse the 
bathrobe. I just got home from golfing and took a 
shower. I thought Sunny might like to grab something to 
eat. My wife's abandoned me for the evening." 

He turned his head and gave Sunny a quick wink that 
Marcia couldn't see. Sunny had vivid memories of that 
bathrobe. She doubted that Mr. Wagner had had food on 
his mind when he'd come tapping at her door. 

"Oh, it's so nice to meet you," gushed Marcia. She was 
practically writhing in orgasm as she spoke, although 
her fingers managed to stay motionless in his grasp. 
"Sunny's been telling me how wonderful you are, and how 
great it is to work for you."

No I haven't, thought Sunny. But that's a great suck-up 
line.

"And Sunny's done wonderful things for me," Wagner said 
with a grin. He released Marcia's hand, which hovered 
in the air for a time. Wagner put his hands in his 
robe. "I have an idea," he said as if struck with 
sudden inspiration. "Why don't we order a nice pizza?" 
he said to Sunny. "We'll have a little party in honor 
of Marcia's visit." 

"Oh, that sounds awesome," said Marcia. She was back to 
gushing.

"Okay," said Sunny.

"Good," said Wagner. "Sunny, how about calling 
Anthony's and getting us something you girls would 
like? You can pay for it out of petty cash. Oh, and 
there's some beer in the 'fridge."

Sunny and Marcia conferred on the menu, and then Sunny 
went to her office. She called Anthony's, a restaurant 
known for their pizzas baked in wood fired ovens. 
Besides the pizza, she ordered salads and breadsticks. 
Sunny got money from the lockbox that was kept in her 
desk and headed for the kitchen. There, she opened a 
beer and waited on the pizza to arrive. She decided to 
leave Marcia alone with Mr. Wagner so she could plead 
her case. 

By the time the pizza arrived, she was feeling the 
affects of the beer. She paid off the driver and took 
the food to the kitchen. She loaded a serving tray with 
the food plus plates and utensils as well as the beer 
and glasses. She lugged the laden tray back to her 
room, knocking on the door with her foot when she 
arrived.

Marcia opened the door. "Oh, let me help you with 
that," she said. The girls cleared off a coffee table 
and set out the meal. Marcia and Wagner sat on the 
sofa, while Sunny sat opposite them cross-legged on the 
floor. 

While they ate, Mr. Wagner regaled the girls with tales 
about celebrities he had known. Sunny had a little 
extra entertainment. Whenever Mr. Wagner scooted 
forward to pick up his beer or grab another slice of 
pizza, his robe would ride up above his knees giving 
Sunny a clear view between his legs. The man hadn't 
bothered with underwear. His cock lay between his 
thighs; it was flaccid, but still impressive. Mr. 
Wagner caught her peeking at one point and flashed her 
a quick wink and a grin. Sunny felt a twinge of lust in 
her pussy. Damn Marcia, she thought. If it wasn't for 
her, I'd be getting my pussy stuffed about now. 

When they finished, Sunny began to clear the remains of 
the meal to the serving tray. Mr. Wagner and Marcia 
were deeply engrossed in trying to recall the plot to 
some movie or another. When she finished, Sunny 
announced, "I'll be back in a minute – just going to 
take this back to the kitchen." 

"Can I help?" asked Marcia. 

Sunny was nearly out the door already. "No, I've got 
it," she said over her shoulder. 

"Thank you," called out Mr. Wagner as she left. 

It took Sunny ten minutes to dispose of the leftovers 
and load the dishwasher with the dirty plates and 
utensils. The beers she'd consumed had left her feeling 
good. She wondered if she could get rid of Marcia for a 
while so she could be alone with Mr. Wagner. 

Or maybe not, she thought as she stepped back into her 
room. Mr. Wagner and Marcia were all wadded up at one 
end of the sofa. His tongue looked as if it was halfway 
down her throat, and her hand was caressing his long, 
fat dick which had arisen from his robe.

"Ohhh...I...uhhh..." said Marcia when she saw Sunny and 
tried to extricate herself from Wagner's embrace. 

Wagner held Marcia firmly but gently in place. "Sunny 
doesn't mind, do you, dear?" he asked the astonished 
girl. 

"I...I guess not," said Sunny. She noticed that Marcia 
hadn't released her grip on Mr. Wagner's cock. The 
thing was spurting pre-cum every time her fingers 
jerked upward. 

Marcia relaxed back into Wagner's arms. "Your hand 
feels wonderful," he murmured to her, "but your lips 
would feel so much better." Marcia glanced guiltily at 
Sunny, but then she lowered her head to Wagner's 
twitching, spewing cock. She licked the creamy head. 
"Ahhh, that's good," said Wagner. 

Sunny watched as Marcia fitted her lips around Mr. 
Wagner's cock-head. Marcia went down and half of his 
thick shaft disappeared. Damn, you really know how to 
suck a big, fat dick, thought Sunny. 

Wagner looked at Sunny through lust clouded eyes. "Take 
off your top. Let me see those fantastic tits of 
yours," he said to her. 

Sunny was wearing a blood red fitted top that buttoned 
in front. Trying not to be completely outdone by 
Marcia, she made a striptease out of removing her top. 
She took her time with the buttons, revealing her flat 
tummy at first. 

"Yeah, that's it," encouraged Wagner. 

Sunny wasn't sure if he was talking to her or Marcia, 
or probably both. She turned and posed for her boss, 
showing her firm butt one second and then throwing back 
her shoulders to showcase her bountiful tits the next. 
At last she ran out of buttons to unfasten. For a few 
seconds she played peek-a-boo with her half exposed 
breasts, but then she shed her top and tossed it over 
the back of a nearby chair. Sunny knew she looked hot; 
she had worn one of her sexier bras. It matched the red 
of her top and was cut so that she could reveal ample 
amounts of cleavage. She ran her palms under and along 
the sides of her cups, making her tit flesh bulge and 
swell upward. 

"Oh yes, baby," moaned Wagner. His hips surged up as 
his back arched and his mouth opened in a silent 
scream. 

Marcia sensed what was about to happen. Her mouth came 
off his flaring cock, and her hands took its place. She 
sat up. "Shoot it. Shoot it, Mr. Wagner," she cried. 
Her fists flailed up and down under the massive, 
swelling, purple head of his cock. 

A stream of cum rocketed out of Wagner's dick. It shot 
straight up, climbing above Marcia's amazed gaze, and 
then it fell with a splat onto her arm. But that was 
only the beginning as more of his cream poured out. 

"He's cumming. He's cumming good," Marcia cried. 
Wager's cock streamed cum like an obscene fountain. The 
flow shot into the air and then cascaded down over 
Marcia's fingers. 

"He sure is", said Sunny. She was wet. She could feel 
her pussy filling with hot blood. Spreading her legs, 
she gave her cunt a squeeze. 

By the time he finished, Mr. Wagner's robe was a cum 
covered mess. He sighed in contentment and gave Marcia 
a long, sloppy kiss. "That was fantastic," he told the 
girl. 

"Thank you," giggled Marcia. She looked at her cum 
covered hand and arm. Finding a dry spot on Mr. 
Wagner's robe, she cleaned herself off. 

He laughed and stood. "So much for this thing," he 
said. He took the robe off, rolled it into a ball and 
tossed it on the floor. "You girls are way 
overdressed."

Almost without thought, Sunny pulled at her remaining 
clothes. Damn, the man was sexy. There was no excess 
fat on his lean body. Plus, his dick was still mostly 
hard despite his huge orgasm. 

Wagner stroked his cock back to a full hard-on. He 
loved this. The two hot teens couldn't get out of their 
clothes fast enough for him. Marcia had the long, lean, 
sophisticated body and classical beauty of a fashion 
model. Her a-cup tits, sitting high on her chest, were 
nearly covered by the fall of her blonde hair.

Sunny, on the other hand, was the stuff of every boy's 
masturbatory fantasy. Her angelic face sat above a body 
that would give an erection to a dead man. Her shapely 
tits overwhelmed her chest. Her heart-shaped ass was a 
firm as they come, and her legs managed to look long 
and tapered despite her short stature. 

Now both girls were naked, looking unsure of what to 
do, Wagner felt his dick throb as if he could cum all 
night. He put his arm around Marcia's shoulder and led 
her to the sofa. "Kneel on the cushions," he told her. 

"Like this?" she asked as she climbed on the sofa, her 
slim ass exposed to Wagner's gaze.

"That's it, baby," Wagner said. He turned her head just 
enough to give her another sloppy kiss while spreading 
her legs with his knee. He took his beefy cock in hand 
and swept the tip up and down her pussy slit, 
thoroughly coating her lips until they were dripping 
with his pre-cum.

"He's gonna' fuck you, Marcia," said Sunny. She raised 
her leg and put her foot on the sofa as her finger 
diddled her clit. She hoped Mr. Wagner would save 
himself for her. 

"I know," said Marcia. "He's...uhhhh," the young woman 
moaned as Wagner's fat dick split her vaginal lips and 
dove inside. He grabbed her slim hips and began to 
ravage her pussy. 

"Nice, sweet pussy," said Wagner through clenched 
teeth. Slap, slap, slap went his thighs against 
Marcia's legs. He looked at Sunny and motioned her 
close. They kissed, making out while he continued to 
screw Marcia. "Don't cum without me," he murmured into 
her ear, then he released her. 

"Fuck me, come on fuck me!" Marcia yelled. Wagner 
fucked her faster now, his cock looked like a cum 
soaked piston flying in and out of her cunt. 

"Huuhhhhhh...Yes, Yes, Yes..." screamed Marcia. She had 
a huge orgasm as she wiggled her ass frantically from 
side to side. 

"That's it, baby," cried Wagner. "Cum all over my 
cock." 

"I am!" moaned Marcia. She came until she slumped 
forward in exhaustion and Wagner's cock jumped free 
with a liquid plop.

Sunny was surprised that Mr. Wagner hadn't lost his 
load with all that frantic humping, but his cock was 
still rigid as steel as he turned to her. "Ready?" he 
asked her with a lust filled smile.

"Yes," she said in husky whisper.

Wagner sat on the couch. He grabbed his cock at the 
base. Pointing it straight up, he gave it a squeeze and 
clear pre-cum gushed all over the purple head. "I'm 
ready too," he said. "Come, sit on my lap."

Sunny knew what her employer wanted. She straddled his 
hips and situated herself so that her pussy lips just 
grazed the top of his cock. She raked the sloppy wet 
flesh over his cock-head. "You tease," he growled. He 
retaliated by using the bloated head of his cock to 
slap at Sunny's clit. 

"Ahh!" yelped Sunny. She locked her hands behind his 
head and buried Wagner's face in her ripe breasts. 

"Mmmm... I love yours sweet tits," Wagner mumbled from 
her cleavage. He took Sunny's globes in his hands and 
lifted the nipples to his mouth, sucking on first one 
and then the other. 

Meanwhile, Sunny had wedged Wagner's cock-head solidly 
inside her pussy lips. "Uhhh...you're so big," she 
moaned as his slick head and shaft spread her cunt like 
no other cock ever had. 

Wagner stopped lavishing his attention on Sunny's 
breasts long enough to say, "Oh shit, baby, you've got 
one sweet pussy too." She was tight; maybe even tighter 
than the narrow hipped Marcia. He was shocked when 
Sunny managed to take in his entire length. 

Sunny's pussy was stuffed more than she thought 
possible. When he started to pump his huge shaft in and 
out of her tight, clinging hole, Sunny had to stifle a 
scream. His cock began to slam into her snug little 
slot with incredible force, making her firm tits jiggle 
on his tongue. "Oh shit...fuck! Uhhhh, shit!" she 
squealed shamelessly, looking down at the long, stiff, 
glistening stalk of Wagner's cock stabbing into her 
hairless little pussy.

Wagner could feel his swollen cock-head slamming into 
Sunny's hole more and more on every thrust as her 
slippery young cunt gripped his pounding prick with 
incredible force. Her hot bubble ass was bouncing 
painfully on his lap and she was moaning loudly, but 
Wagner kept fucking her, picking up the speed of his 
strokes with each thrust.

All Sunny wanted was to fuck and fuck and fuck this 
wonderful stud until she couldn't cum anymore. "Yessss! 
Fuck me!.... Fuck me, fuck my cunt! 
Unnnnnnnnnnghhhhhhh."

Wagner could hardly believe it. This hot ball of sex 
was almost beside herself with lust, hunching her tiny 
twat hard up against him as he kept fucking his big, 
fat cock deep up inside her. He held back from cumming, 
trying to last as long as he could in order to sustain 
the incredibly tight grip of Sunny's snug little cunt 
around his powerfully fucking cock. She was gasping and 
trembling, and he could feel that she was rapidly 
approaching her orgasm as waves of pleasure rippled 
through her body. 

"Uh...uh...uh...uhhhhhh yes...yes," screamed Sunny as 
her orgasm swept through her hot, clenching pussy. "I'm 
cummmminnnggggg."

"Me too, baby...me too!" huffed Wagner. He couldn't 
take it anymore. The spasms of Sunny's cunt that 
rippled up and down his cock were too much to take. Cum 
ripped out of his balls, shot through his super hard 
rod and filled her pussy to overflowing.

"Thank you, have a good evening," Mr. Wagner said to 
Sunny after a parting kiss. Their frantic fuck had 
ended minutes before. He left her room, cum soaked 
bathrobe rolled up under one arm, flaccid dick slapping 
his thighs in time with his steps. He was whistling 
some jaunty tune as he walked away. 

Sunny could only shake her head. It wasn't all that 
late but she was exhausted. In fact, Marcia was already 
asleep. She'd passed out seconds after Mr. Wagner had 
withdrawn his rampaging cock from her satiated pussy. 
Sunny retrieved a blanket from a nearby closet and laid 
it over her softly snoring friend. Marcia muttered in 
her sleep, rolled over and resumed her exhausted 
slumber. Sunny managed a quick shower before she too 
fell asleep in her bed. 

*

Sunny awoke to the sun streaming through her bedroom 
windows. It was Saturday morning and she had been well 
fed and well fucked the night before. She stretched 
luxuriously under the covers. It was time to roll over 
and snooze a while. 

Suddenly, her eyes flew open and stab of guilt hit her 
stomach. She had promised Mr. Wagner that she would 
work this morning. She checked her alarm clock. Damn, 
it was almost ten. She was sure that she'd set the 
alarm for seven. Whatever, obviously the thing hadn't 
rung. 

She hopped out of bed and hurried into the bathroom. 
After peeing, she ran a brush through her hair; she 
could do her makeup at her desk if she wanted. 
Returning to her bedroom she threw on underwear, jeans, 
tee shirt and slipped her feet into a pair of 
moccasins. She quietly opened the door to her tiny 
living room. She didn't want to disturb Marcia; the 
girl had spent the night on the couch. But Marcia 
wasn't there; in fact there was no sign of her. The 
blanket she'd used was lying in a heap on the floor. 
Sunny kept on moving, she didn't have time to worry 
about Marcia. 

Sunny ran the short distance to the office, hoping that 
Mr. Wagner had slept late too. After all, the man was 
practically middle-age. Surely, fucking two hot girls 
would leave him exhausted until at least noon.

Her hopes were dashed as she opened the office door. 
The aroma of fresh-brewed coffee and the electronic hum 
of the office's machines greeted her. She heard a paper 
rattle in Mr. Wagner's office. Sighing in resignation, 
she went to his open office door and tapped on the door 
frame. 

"Sunny," Wagner said warmly, "come on in and sit down."

Sunny approached the conference table where he had 
papers and folders strewn about. A steaming cup of 
coffee and half eaten pastry were at his elbow. The man 
didn't even have the decency to look bleary-eyed. In 
fact, he was looking fresh as a daisy in a loose 
fitting cotton, long-sleeve shirt, shorts and boat 
shoes. 

"I'm sorry I'm late..." Sunny began, but Wagner waved 
his hand in dismissal. 

"Don't worry about that," he said with a smile. "I told 
Marcia to turn off your alarm and let you sleep."

"You've talked to Marcia this morning?" Sunny asked, 
sounding confused. "She's disappeared."

"Oh yeah, we talked. We talked right after we had a 
little eye-opener here in the office."

Sunny's eyes widened. She could tell by the expression 
on his face that by eye-opener he meant more sex and 
not a Bloody Mary breakfast. Sunny's estimation of her 
handsome employer changed. It looked as if the man was 
not only a sex-machine; he was an insatiable sex-
machine.

"Don't be surprised," said Wagner. "The entertainment 
industry is built on a combination of cooperating with, 
and then screwing your fellow player."

"What do you mean?" Sunny said. She'd caught his double 
meaning, but she wasn't sure what he meant. 

Wagner took a sip of coffee and cleared his throat. 
"Well, let's start with Marcia and that gardener 
fellow, Tommy. They're boyfriend and girlfriend and 
both looking for an edge into the industry and they 
both knew it. Yet they neglect to tell one another 
about their connection to me. So Tommy has this 
television show proposal he wants me to see, and he 
goes through my wife, hoping that she'll show it to me. 
Lord only knows what hoops she made him jump through." 
Wagner stopped talking at the look on Sunny's face. 
"You know anything about that?"

"Well, maybe a little," Sunny said softly, remembering 
how Tommy had slavishly kissed up to Mrs. Wagner both 
literally and figuratively. 

Wagner laughed. "She likes her domination games and boy 
toys. At least she'll have that stuff out of her system 
for a while." He took a bite of pastry and washed it 
down with more coffee while Sunny marveled at his 
equanimity with his wife's infidelity. "Marcia wanted a 
shot at Hollywood and I got her one. Goodness knows she 
paid for it. So I sent an e-mail to a friend of mine 
who's an agent. She has an appointment on Monday, 
that's why she left so early this morning."

"I see," said Sunny, glad not to have to talk about the 
Tommy – Mrs. Wagner connection. "That was a nice favor 
from you."

Wagner snorted and said, "I owed it to her. Damn, but 
that girl has a tight pussy." He groped at his crotch 
as if reliving the memory. "But I don't know what that 
favor's worth. She'll find herself in a waiting room 
with dozen other women just as pretty and young as she 
is, and some of them will have had years of experience 
and training in acting behind them. Anyway," he 
shrugged, "that brings us to you."

"Me?" squeaked Sunny.

Wagner spread his hands. "Hey, I said I'd take care of 
you." He finished off the pastry and wiped his fingers 
and lips on a paper napkin. "Surprisingly enough, Tommy 
turned out to have a first-class, imaginative proposal. 
And, as you know, I've been on the phone to the west 
coast all week. As a result, I now have the backing to 
produce a pilot episode."

"Oh, that's great," said Sunny. That would probably 
mean a lot more work for her. She hoped it that he was 
hinting at a big raise.

Wagner shuffled through a pile of folders, finally 
withdrawing one. He opened it and pulled out a piece of 
paper. He wrote on it in two places and then handed it 
to Sunny. "The show is one of those ensemble dramas, 
and there's a small part for a young girl like you."

"What?" said Sunny.

"A girl," continued Wagner, "who's a little naοve, but 
she's smart and spunky and has a killer body,f and 
isn't afraid to use it."

"But..."

Wagner reached across the table and tapped the paper in 
Sunny's hand. "This top figure is what you'd receive 
for the pilot episode." Sunny looked at a figure that 
nearly equaled what would be a year's earnings with Mr. 
Wagner. His pen dipped lower on the page. "And this is 
what you'd get per episode if the show went to series," 
he said. That was a much lesser amount, but it was huge 
when she figured she make it for about a week's work. 

"This is amazing," said Sunny in a whisper. 
 
"Well, not so amazing," said Wagner. "Here's the 
downside: you'd have to quit your job with me – it's a 
union thing – plus, very few pilots make it. You could 
well have a month of glory and then nothing." He handed 
the pen to Sunny. "It's your choice, babe. Do you want 
to play?"

Sunny took the pen. The paper was a letter of intent 
with a place for signatures at the bottom. She read the 
letter as carefully as she could, given her nervous 
state. She bit her lip in concentration. This was 
already the chance of a lifetime, and there was no 
point in not trying to take advantage of it. She took 
the pen and carefully put a one in front of the figure 
for the pilot episode, then she handed the paper back 
to Wagner. 

Wagner looked at what she'd done and laughed loudly. 
"I'm already taking a chance on you. Are you sure 
you're worth this?"

Sunny shrugged and gave him her brightest smile. "If 
things don't work out, at least I'll have enough money 
for more college."

Wagner took the pen from Sunny and looked thoughtfully 
at the letter of intent. He tapped the pen on the tip 
of his nose a couple of times and then signed the 
paper. He handed paper and pen back to Sunny. She 
quickly added her own signature. 

"Yes sir, ladies and gentlemen," said Wagner as if 
announcing something to a crowd. "We have another 
player." 

End