Chapter 1
"You realize that many young girls such as yourself are being considered for such a well paying position?" asked Mr. Reinhardt. The man sat back in the big swivel chair, eyeing the beautiful blonde girl sitting nervously in front of his massive oak desk.
He liked what he saw.
Her blonde hair was tastefully done so that it fell in honey blonde waves on either side of the perfectly formed face. The vivid blue eyes were wide with innocence.
He almost laughed out loud. She might appear innocent, but any girl with tits as huge as hers and wearing such a revealing blouse couldn't be that naive.
She probably put out for every guy around. And she could have them all stepping on their tongues, too.
Mr. Reinhardt smiled a little more broadly when he saw her uncomfortably shift in her chair. He saw a smoky flash of her nylons all the way up to her crotch. That smooth, firm thigh turned him on in a big way. He wouldn't mind sinking his prick all the way up into her nice, young, tight cunt.
He guessed she might be hot for him. He felt his crotch begin to burn with desire. The way his pants were tented and his cock felt like turning cartwheels told him that he'd have to get something off this girl and soon or he might have a very childish accident and cream in his pants.
She smoothed out non-existent wrinkles in her skirt while he continued to admire the thrust of her tits and the trimness of her waist. He wondered if he could put both his hands around her waist and touch the fingers.
Probably. She was a trim, lithe, supple bitch.
"I know that Camp Wildwood's everyone's favorite," the girl said in a nervous voice. "But I do so want to work there. You've seen my file. I'm qualified to be a counselor."
"Yes, I agree." He smiled at her sudden brightening. "But there are many girls older than you you're only nineteen, I see many girls older who have better qualifications. Or at least, the same qualifications."
"Age can't be everything," she said.
"You're right. But I need some little item that makes me more willing to hire you than one of them. You understand how it is, I'm sure."
He moved around the desk and perched his ass on one corner. He could look down her cleavage from this vantage point. He almost came like some teenaged kid getting his first piece of ass. But God, what a pair of knockers!
He was almost panting as he stared down at the white expanse of titflesh threatening to spill from her tight blouse. He saw that she wasn't wearing a bra. The way her nipples protruded and caused a star of wrinkles to surge outward made him want to bend forward and rip her blouse open. He had to get those tits into his mouth, so he could suck on them!
"What sort of...thing?" she asked, her eyes downcast.
He swallowed hard. He didn't give a flying fuck who he hired for the rundown summer camp in the mountains. He wanted nothing but the maximum return for the least amount of money spent. But the job of managing the camp had its moments like right now.
He reached out, his hand cupping one of the firmly formed cones of tit. He squeezed lightly, feeling the resilient flesh spring back the instant he released the pressure.
"I think you know."
"I'm not that kind of a girl."
"You're not the kind of a girl who'll ever get ahead in the world, either," he snapped. "It's rough out in the real world. You got to take your chances when they're offered or you'll never get ahead. What's it going to be? Do you want the job or not?"
His hands cupped her tits again and pushed upward on them, causing the snowy flesh to bulge and come tumbling from the neckline to the blouse. The girl gasped but didn't move away. He took this to mean that she was going to let him fuck her.
"That's better," he said, dropping to his knees and burying his face in the deep canyon between her tits. He licked and sucked at the flesh until he was panting harshly.
Sandy Douglas leaned back in the chair and moaned softly as she felt his superheated breath caressing her tender titflesh. She didn't want to let this lewd, lecherous man fondle her tits. Most of all she didn't want him sucking on her ruddy nipples like he was doing.
But she needed the job desperately. Without it, she wouldn't have a dime in the world, and she wasn't about to go back home begging to her parents. They didn't give her any credit at all for being a mature woman. And if this was what it took to get the job, she would just have to put up with it.
"Mr. Reinhardt, please," she moaned, not able to control the feelings of desire blossoming in her own body. She felt her passion rising and panicked.
Thrashing around, she got away from his questing tongue. He had started out safely enough, only licking her growing nipples. They had popped up hard and throbbing. She knew the symptoms and hated herself for responding to the man's crude overtures.
"Do you want the friggin' job or not?" he demanded.
"Yes!"
"Then suck my cock, dammit! I want to feel those lips of yours all over my cock."
He stood and ran his zipper down with a metallic hissing noise that sounded like the world coming to an end for Sandy. She gazed in wide eyed apprehension at the huge prick that tumbled out, eager and ready. "S-suck it?"
"Suck on it. Give me head a blowjob. Whatever you kids call it now. I want your sweet lips on my cock. I want you sucking on it. Now do it or get the hell out of my office and quit wasting my time."
She didn't know what to do. She had lost the top button on her blouse and couldn't manage to get her boobs stuffed back in so they would stay. Every move she made caused her tits to swing free and bobble around in front of her chest. The sight of her rigid nipples betrayed her. And if the man had explored her lush young body further, he would have found her pussy drooling obscenely.
Uncomfortably, she moved so that she wasn't sitting on the leather chair any longer. At least this way, all the juices boiling out of her young cunt wouldn't soak her dress. They would leak out from between her excited cuntlips and run down the in sides of her thighs.
Sandy didn't know if this was worse or not. It aroused her more than she had ever been turned on before. She hadn't had much experience with men; she was still a virgin. All through high school she'd studied hard. The boys hadn't stopped trying to get into her pants. She hadn't understood their single minded needs, and this had frightened her.
She had avoided them and hadn't really had any girlfriends, either. She couldn't understand why the girls all talked so reverently about getting fucked. It scared her just thinking about it.
And it scared her when she realized she might get fucked right here in this office if she wanted the job.
"If I g-give you the b-blowjob," she stammered, "will you give me the job."
"Yes, yes," the man said impatiently, his prick paining him. "You give me head and I give you the job as counselor. So suck, damn you, suck!"
She moved forward, her tits rubbing up against the man's pants. The feel turned her on even more. She shuddered with the ill suppressed desires ravaging her untried body. She could get the job without losing her virginity. She didn't know why her cherry was so important to her, but she didn't want to lose it to a man like Mr. Reinhardt.
But sucking on his cock hardly seemed better to her.
"Suck now! Do it, damn you!"
Her trembling lips neared the tip of his prick. She had never seen a man's cock this close up before. The sight of this huge pillar of cockflesh startled her. The pulsing purpled crown seemed almost too large for her to get into her mouth. She hesitated, but the man didn't.
His hips rammed forward, sending the cock into her wet warm mouth. She almost gagged. But there was something about the taste of the prick that turned her on in ways she didn't understand. Everything about sucking this cock was filled with odd contradictions for the young girl.
She hated the idea of being forced to suck him off just to get the job. But the idea that this mature man found her attractive excited her. She hated the idea of him shoving his prick into her mouth, but the actual deed was much more enjoyable than she'd thought it would be.
Her tongue swirled around the bottom of his cock. She felt the flesh trembling with lust. This turned her on even more. She was building up the sexual lusts in the man's body! And she didn't have anywhere near the experience of some of the the girls she'd gone to high school with. The idea that she instinctively knew the right way to give head gave her confidence.
Her tongue surged along the bottom of the man's prick. She found the tiny flap of flesh dangling just under the cleft head and teased it lightly. The roughness of her tongue was applied lovingly to the sides of his shaft and when she tried to get her tongue down his piss slit, she thought he would explode.
"Goddamn, you know how to give head, girl! Keep going! I love the way you use that tongue of yours!"
She began to suck, still rolling her tongue around the rim of the man's hooded cockhead. Her cheeks went hollow, and the man's hips began to make unsteady thrusting motions.
She tightened her lips around his cock as he began face fucking her. She loved the feel of his cockflesh between her lips. The friction burned and made her come even more alive. She panted heavily, her tits rising and falling. She felt the excited blood pumping hard into her boobs, expanding them, making them feel like over inflated balloons. She thought they would explode at any instant.
And her nipples! They were like valves on a pressure cooker. She was building up sexual steam inside and would need a release soon. The way her cunt gushed its fuck fluids was positively obscene. Her panties were drenched and her nylons were quickly becoming matted to her fleshy thighs.
"Atta girl...keep sucking. God, that mouth of yours is a classic. One in a million. I knew I picked the right chick."
The musky scent of his prick made her increase the pressure of her mouth. She sucked until she was about ready to pass out from lack of air. But she couldn't stop now. She felt the stirrings of incredible lust within her cunt. She was tighter than a drum and needed release ,but how?
This was all a sexual wilderness for her. The girl's inexperience with men had also made her inexperienced in knowing what she felt.
The taste of a bitter drop of pre-cum beading at the man's cocktip caused her to pull away from his crotch for a moment. The sight of her saliva all over his throbbing cock did something to her she couldn't put into words. She felt true lust for the first time in her young life.
Before the man could protest that his cock was getting cold from being out of her mouth, she dived back down on it. The thick spike of cock rammed into her mouth. She tried to deep-throat him but failed. She was no Linda Lovelace and didn't have the experience in swallowing a man's prick.
But the attempt made his cock jerk and twitch with doubled desire. The vague thrustings of the man's hips became full, smooth, long strokes. He fucked hard into her face, each stroke more demanding than the last.
She took every single one. Her tongue was pressed hotly against the very tip to provided resistance to the incoming cock. And she tensed her lips and sucked hard to keep the prick from leaving the dank confines of her mouth. She wanted that cock buried in her face. She wanted it!
His heated prick moved faster and faster. She tasted another one of the drops of pre-cum, not knowing what to expect. And then came the white hot surge of his jism.
The first spurt arched into her mouth and spattered against her tonsils. She immediately began to press her tongue onto the fountaining prick because of the taste. The salty, tangy cum made her mouth water. She couldn't get enough of it.
Think of what she'd been missing for years! she cursed herself silently as she sucked harder and harder. She wanted to milk every single drop of cum from the man's balls.
But there wasn't enough to satisfy her greedy longing. All too soon, his cock went limp and dribbled from her mouth. She licked a tiny droplet of jism beading on her chin, licking her lips and smiled up at Mr. Reinhardt.
The man was red in the face and panting. He tucked his prick back into his pants and said, "You got the job. Now get out of here. I got a half dozen other chicks to interview this afternoon."
Silently she left his office, exulting in her job but beginning to feel guilty about the way she'd landed it. By the time she'd left the building, her old morals had come crashing down in a heavy pile of guilt.