Chapter 8
"You sly dog, running off and doing that!" exclaimed Mary Beth after Joanne had finished telling her about the episode with the guy fucking her up the ass.
"Damn, but is he hung!" she said, thinking back to the weekend. She'd met him later at a motel and they'd fucked several more times.
It had been worth every second of her time. The man could and did get her off a dozen times before coming himself. And there was nothing in the world he loved more than buggering her.
"I did a little scouting on my own, too," admitted Mary Beth. "But it's nothing like your find. A real shame about that guy's wife. She doesn't know what she's missing."
"Yeah. He was so uptight over her divorcing him, too. Sounded like a constant war going on between them. Hell, I can think of at least one thing that'd be a million times better than fighting!"
Mary Beth grinned, then her face froze. Under her breath, she said, "Damn. Old man Worley's on the prowl. Cocksucker."
Joanne turned and saw Worley motioning to her. She sighed and said quietly, "And it's me he's after this time. I guess all my good luck's cancelling out with some bad. See you in a while, Mary Beth."
"I hope so."
"Miss Richards. Let's go into my office. I have a few things to discuss with you."
Joanne quickly followed her boss into the cheap office. It hadn't changed at all since the day he'd hired her and fucked her. The desk was still littered. And there was a faint smell of dust that showed a lack of cleaning.
He sat heavily in his chair and leaned back. Tenting his fingers, he studied her until he finally said, "Okay. Here's the bottom line. You've been going out and meeting the people who write in to 'Pen Friends'. When I hired you, it was mentioned that was a violation of company policy. Right?"
"Get on with it. Are you firing me?"
Joanne didn't have any time for Worley any more. The man had made such a pest out of himself since she'd been there, it was now a tossup whether she even wanted to stay or not. If not, she'd have to find another job fast. She just wished he'd get down to it and tell her what was on her mind.
"No, I don't think I'll fire you. At least you're not insulting my intelligence by denying it."
She thought, it wouldn't be possible for me to insult your intelligence. You don't have any. Joanne kept her mouth firmly shut, however. It wouldn't do to antagonize the man. He had a low animal cunning.
"I think, in your case, a little punitive action would be preferable to outright firing."
"So I write 'I won't fuck around' on the blackboard a thousand times?"
He laughed, but it wasn't a pleasant laugh. UI have something better in mind. Suck on it!"
He'd run the zipper on his trousers down. His cock snapped to attention. It jutted upwards from his groin like an enraged flagpole. The thick purple knob on the tip was pulsing with lust.
Joanne wasn't quite sure she wanted the job that badly. Then she remembered what she'd had to do to get the job in the first place. And it was a job. Not much of one but it paid, and she had no skills she could land another job with. Mrs. Cliff was incredibly insistent about being paid the rent. She was caught in the same trap that forced her to submit to his advances before.
"Suck on it?"
"Yeah, baby. You just suck me off and we'll see about keeping you on. Now get to it. Kneel down and give me some head!"
She dropped to the floor and moved closer to his groin. In an odd way, she was both repelled and fascinated by his cock. She guessed this must be the way a bird felt .about a snake. The bird was going to be eaten but it was still hypnotized into submission.
There was no denying she loved sucking on a man's prick, either. She'd done it a lot of times and each time was better than the last. To have to do it to keep her job was the same as blackmail.
Shrugging her shoulders, she placed her hands on the man's thighs and dipped her mouth down. The light kiss she gave the very tip of his cock caused it to buck and jerk around wildly. She smiled a little at the big reaction she'd gotten from his cock. Just a little stimulation had him at her command. She liked the feeling of power.
Her lips parted slightly and she sucked in the tip of his cock to give it a real tongue lashing. Her tongue roughly, wetly, moved in circles around the end of his prick until he was gasping for air. He sounded like a beached whale.
She sucked a little harder and pulled the glans entirely into her mouth. She let her teeth score the sides of his cock. The fierce red marks she left behind didn't hurt him at all. Just the opposite, in fact. The blood rushed furiously into his aroused prick and made him feel like he was going to shoot his wad right away.
She decided it wouldn't be such a bad idea to get him off in a hurry. The sooner this was over, the sooner she could get back to work. Being paid by the letter was a drag, but it was almost better than giving head to this fat toad of a man just to keep the job.
Her tongue stroked passionately against the cleft underside of his prick. The entire head of his cock was throbbing with life now. Each jerk told of an excited heartbeat. She was giving him the best blowjob he'd ever received and they both knew it.
"Keep going, doll. Keep going. I love the way your mouth works."
She didn't bother to answer. It would have been a waste of time. Besides, she had better uses for her mouth than to talk. Another inch of his prick vanished between her ruby red lips. Her tongue swirled around like a berserk tornado. She kept his skin constantly laved with her saliva, constantly stimulated with her sucking.
As her teeth worked hard and sharp against his shaft, she began moving her hands back and forth
- on his thighs. There was nothing that said she shouldn't try to enjoy this punishment as much as the man she was sucking off.
Her hands stroked over his thighs and finally unfastened his belt. Then his pants followed. This allowed her full access to his crotch. Her nimble fingers found the tiny sac containing his balls. With little tweaks and pinches, she tormented him until he wasn't able to speak coherently.
His scrotum had been hanging loose before she started. As she worked on it, it collapsed into a hard, tight little sphere of aroused sex. She bounced his balls around a little and felt them boiling in the thick stew of his jism. All the loose skin had tightened into a golf-ball sized pouch. She knew he was straining to keep from jetting out his cum.
As she pressed her tongue against the tip of his prick, she could feel the vibrations. His heart throbbed for her. His cock jumped around. His balls were tumbling over and over in a sexy cream. Even his hot breath gusted through her hair. She could feel the hot winds caressing her ears and the back of her neck.
She had him but good!
"Keep going, damn you. God, I never felt a mouth like yours before. If I'd known, oh, shiiiiit!"
She thought she'd gotten him off. She dimly realized how great his control had to be. She tried ramming her tongue down the pin-prick hole in the end of his fuck stick. There was no way she would ever be able to get down there, but it was so much fun trying!
It had almost caused him to fountain out his cum. That was her goal. She wanted to suck him off so he'd leave her alone.
Sensing his tasty cum just a few more licks away, she redoubled her efforts on his prick. Almost all of his cock was inside her mouth now. She kept sucking until she felt the rubbery tip of his prick bounce off the roof of her mouth and start down her throat.
She kept complete control as his prick entered her throat. She found it hard to breathe but that wasn't the idea. Swallowing caused her Adam's apple to bounce up and down and massage the underside of his prick. With his cock laying in the cradle formed by her tongue, she had almost total domination of the man.
The power tasted almost as good as his cock! "Balls are burning up. God, it's nice, that mouth of yours is so nice I can barely, umm, yeah! Suck harder, suck on me harder!"
She had to let his cock slip back out of her throat to gasp for air. Her tongue whirled around and around his prick as it slowly left her mouth. Her lips soothed the feverish red skin of the prick where her pearly teeth tormented it.
She began twisting her head from side to side. This allowed her to add a little rotary motion to eating his cock. When her nose burrowed into his bush, she knew she had taken him entirely into her mouth again. The man's stamina was incredible.
There had to be something else, something really sexy, she could do to bring him off fast.
The pounding of his pulse in the big vein on the top of the cock gave her the clue. She began working her head back and forth, slowly at first, then with increased speed. Face fucking herself, she made certain not a single square inch of skin all along that eight-inch spike of pleasure was missed by her tongue or lips or teeth.
She felt his cock begin to expand. It would only be a few more seconds now.
Her own heart began pounding loudly. She hadn't realized how turned on she'd become. The pulse in her throat was almost painful and the sound of the blood rushing through her head created an ocean surf noise that drowned out everything else.
Even her cunt had begun to sluggishly flow. She was as turned on by this mouth love as the man was!
She sucked harder. Suddenly it seemed as important to her that she get the full measure of delight as giving it to the man.
Her lips formed an "O" around his prick. With her head sliding back and forth, she was face fucking herself furiously now.
Fingers laced through her hair. A distant voice said, "I'll guide you. Just keep sucking!"
She sucked even harder than before. Her cheeks went hollow under the incredible vacuum she formed in her mouth.
He started pushing her head up and down. She let him. The cock slowly expanded in her mouth. Her tongue was relentless in trying to stimulate him. Nothing mattered to her except that cock coming and leaving her mouth.
The face fucking set her heart to trip hammering. Her own breath blasted hot and heavy into his bush. He shivered and pulled her head down even harder.
She felt the friction mounting between her lips and his cock. The sides of his prick were an ugly red now. The huge telephone-pole-thick rod was salty with sweat and the man's male essence. The salt tang and musk made her quiver.
She wanted cock. All of it.
The tiny drop of pre-cum tasted bitter. Her tongue pulled it away from the end of his cock and continued working all over his sensitive flesh. Then she felt his prick expand a little. His tempo of fucking had picked up. His cock was almost flying back and forth now.
She knew the time had come. He was going to spew out his tasty cum. And she wasn't going to miss a single drop of it!
When the first spurt blasted into her mouth, she managed to smear it all over her tongue. Her tastebuds screamed for joy. The essence of man was better than any wine. She was intoxicated on sex.
She sucked harder and harder. She wanted all his cum. Every drop had to be hers!
Finally, his bucking cock was depleted. There wasn't anything left in his balls to suck out.
She sank back to her heels and looked up at Mr. Worley. He had a pleased look on his face. Joanne carefully licked her lips and wiped away the last vagrant drop of his cum.
"So? Do I keep the job?"
"Sure, doll. Anyone who can give head like that deserves a job. But I really think I should return the favor."
"What do you mean?"
She shuddered because she knew what he meant. And she didn't know if she approved or not.