Chapter 3
"Ms. Jenkins?"
Sylvia looked up, pretending not to recognize the tall, handsome, thirty-year-old employment counselor as he stood over her chair in the employment office waiting room. Bob Kramer smiled down at her in a cool, professional manner. Only his slightly trembling hands gave away his nervousness.
"Yes?"
"I can see you now, Ms. Jenkins. Won't you please come this way?"
Sylvia stood, acting as nonchalant as possible as she followed Bob Kramer into his private office. As soon as the door was safely locked behind them, Kramer dropped the face. He sprawled wearily in to the big swivel chair behind his desk, looking up at Sylvia with a desperate, pleading expression.
"This has got to stop," he said. "I mean it. No more. I ... I just can't come through for you this month, My ass is grass if I get caught, and I ... I just can't risk it anymore. I'm sorry."
Sylvia just stared at him. Kramer wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.
"What's wrong? Did someone..."
"No, no one found out anything! Nothing in particular happened! But we just have to stop!" Kane grimaced. "You're drawing thousands of dollars a month in unemployment benefits! Do you know how outrageous that is? Do you know how many forms and figures I have to juggle to get you that kind of money?! Not only would I get fired, I'd land in jail..."
"Now, now... "Sylvia interrupted.
Smirking confidently, the busty brunette stopped the employment counselor's harangue by stepping lightly around to his side of the desk and kneeling in front of him. Kramer voiced a small groan of protest and started to shut his thighs, but they both knew perfectly well he wasn't really going to stop her.
Sylvia started kneading his swelling prick through his pants.
"Now what's all this silliness about stopping?"
"We're ... we're going to get caught. I know we are."
"But you haven't gotten caught for two years, honey," Sylvia purred. "You know perfectly well you're being silly, Bob. You don't really want to have to work, do you, Bobby-poo? After all, then I wouldn't have time to suck the juice out of your big cock every week. And let you fuck my cunt too. And you do want me to keep sucking your cock for you, don't you Bobby?"
Kramer didn't answer. He sprawled on the chair, his chest heaving under his dress shirt, grimacing as Sylvia's kneading hand made his cock swell completely stiff in his dress slacks. Meeting no resistance, Sylvia opened his belt and pulled down his zipper. The employment counselor actually raised his hips to help as she slid his pants down to his ankles.
He wore no underwear. Hungrily she stared at the underside of his big, stiff cock.
"You've got a nice hard-on today, Bobby." Sylvia started jacking on the meaty pisser, smoothly stroking her fist up and down the shaft. She leaned forward, planting wet, eager kisses on the tip of his cock, coating the boner with spit, "I really think you're just anxious and tense, Bobby. I think that's all that's bothering you. You just need me to suck your cock some more, that's all."
Sylvia slid her hand down, wrapping her fingers tightly around the base of his cock. Then she pressed her lips on the flared tip, thrusting out her tongue, hungrily lapping the pre-cum from the head of his cock.
Gradually she let her lips part, slurping in inch after inch of his huge, achy fucker. Bob Kramer shuddered and reined on the chair, happily submitting to more of Sylvia's cock-sucking.
Sylvia gurgled, and stuffed a full third of his mammoth, jutting fuck-pole between her lips. Her mouth was now stretched wide open, tightly engulfing the meaty thickness of his cock. She knew she could persuade Bob Kramer to keep the illegal stream of unemployment benefits flowing, but, still, this was a good day to put a little icing on the illicit pact she had with him. Men like Bob Kramer were always more malleable when treated to an extra-special session of cock—sucking!
Sylvia greedily started slurping on the big boner extremely hard, caving in her checks around it, slurping and smacking loudly on the mushroom-shaped crown of his prick. Slowly she started bobbing her head up and down, fucking her mouth with the big pisser. The huge cock responded by growing a little stiffer than before, the fleshy crown pulsing on the roof of her gullet.
"Oh, stilt!" Kramer moaned. He lowered his hands, clutching her head, guiding her head motions as she fucked her face with his cock. He started rocking his hips off the chair, fucking his aching boner in and out of her mouth. "Oh, shit, what a good little cock-sucker you are! Hard, suck it really hard!Ungggh ! Make the cum squirt out! Suck my stiff fucking cock!"
Sylvia sucked and slurped very hard, puckering her cheeks one moment, then puffing them up like pink balloons the next. She started beating his meat for him as she sucked the cock-head, rhythmically jacking her strong right hand up and down his cock.
The only trouble with sucking cock like this, she thought, was not being able to finger-fuck comfortably at the same time. Putting a big, hard pisser in her mouth always made her pussy get very wet and sticky. It felt that way now, throbbing under her panties. She'd have to make sure that Bob Kramer gave her cunt a good fucking before she left his office!
Her cock-sucking expertise had made his prick grow stiffer and stiffer, oozing out a constant flow of salty-tasting pre-cum onto her swirling, swiping tongue. Sylvia lapped up the goo eagerly, making loud, popping sounds as she smacked her lips on his fat, swollen boner. By now she was beating his meat as hard as she could move her hand, her fist a blur as it pumped tirelessly up and down his enormous, aching fuck-organ.
"Gonna cum!" the employment counselor moaned. He clutched her head more tightly, grimacing as he twined his fingers in her hair. "Unnh! Oh, fuck, what a little cock-sucker!Unnngggh ! Play with my balls! Oh, please, please, play with 'em! Need to cum!"
Sylvia moved her left hand between his legs, feeling his hairy, wrinkled nut sac. It was obviously very swollen, bloated to bursting with a pent-up load of jizz. Tenderly she squeezed and fondled his aching balls, making his cock grow stiffer than ever between her sucking lips.
"Any second, any second! Gonna cum..." Just as he was on the very verge of spewing a great torrent of cum-juice down her throat, Sylvia popped her mouth off his boner, then gripped the tip tightly between her thumb and forefinger.
"Awwwgggghh!"
The employment counselor writhed helplessly, his huge, red cock throbbing uncontrollably with its need for release. Sylvia was still jacking his prick and playing with his balls, and by now those combined sensations would certainly have made the cream spew out of his cockhead. But her pinching fingers wouldn't let him squirt, and this was why the employment counselor was caught so helplessly between pleasure and pain.
"Awwgggh! Need to cum! Need to!"
"Are you going to keep making sure I get the money every month, Bobby-poo?" Sylvia kept his cock-head trapped in the fight, pinching grip, knowing that to release it for even an instant would have given the pent-up load a chance to spew all over her face.
"Arrrgggh!"
"You have to promise! You know it wasn't very nice to even suggest that you wanted to stop! You don't want a sweet girl like me to have to start working, after all. I don't think that would be very much fun at all. Do you?"
"Lemmecum!"
"You'll make sure I keep getting the money every month?"
"Yes, yes!"
"Do you promise?"
"Yes, I promise!"
Sylvia abruptly removed her pinching fingers from his cock-tip, then plunged his meaty boner back down her throat and again started sucking and jacking as hard as she could. Kramer shuddered, and then the long, pent-up load of cock-juice spewed out of his cock at last. The frustration of not being able to cum had obviously caused an incredible back log of jizz to be packed in his balls.
Endlessly the torrent of milky white cream sprayed out of his cock-head, blasting on the roof of Sylvia's sucking mouth, flooding her throat with the gushing outpouring of spunk. Sylvia gurgled, and clung desperately to the geysering prick, sucking and jacking it, determined to gulp down all of his frothy seed.
But there was so much jism that even she couldn't swallow it all. The hot white sap kept spraying out of his cock-head, making her cheeks puff up, then dribbling out of the corners of her mouth down her chin. Unhappy that she was losing some of the cream, Sylvia still clung determinedly to the throbbing, bucking pisser, beating and sucking as hard as possible, continuing to nurse on his mammoth cock until she'd lapped the last traces of cream from the knob of his meat.
"Oh, shit," Kramer panted. Dazedly he sprawled on the swivel chair, his meaty fuck-organ still jerking over his shirt front. "You ... you made me cum so fucking hard! Oh, shit..."
"Bobby-poo?"
"What?"
"My pussy's wet, Bobby-poo," Sylvia said teasingly. "Sucking the juice out of your cock made my little cunt get all wet and sticky. It needs a hard fucking, Bobby. Do you think you can keep your big cock stiff enough to give it to me?"
Sylvia didn't wait for an answer. Instead the horny, busty aunt stretched out on her back on the office carpet, mindless of the fact that her short, flower-print summer dress might get mussed.
She hadn't worn stockings that morning— the sight of her bare thighs always turned Kramer on—and she was now grateful she hadn't. There was that much less clothing to be gotten out of the way. Impatiently, Sylvia kicked off her shoes, then wiggled out of her panties. Then she raised her dress up to her waist, leaving herself naked from the waist down.
"Fuck my cunt, Bobby-poo." She spread her curvy thighs wide apart, letting the employment counselor look at her hairy pussy. "I need it bad. Oh, please, fuck my horny cunt right on the floor!"
Kramer slid off the swivel chair, his big cock standing out stiffly as he moved forward, kneeling between the horny aunt's spread-eagled thighs. He held his cock in his hand, fitting the knob into her curly-haired pussy-slit. Eagerly Sylvia wiggled her ass into a good humping position. She cocked her legs as high as she could, draping her ankles over his shoulders, completely opening her gooey fuck-hole for the invasion of his prick.
"Fuck my cunt, Bobby!"
Kramer came down, shuddering as he began to spear the meaty inches of his stiff, aching cock into the sucking grip of her cunt-channel. In and in the huge cock-lance pushed, stretching her hairy cunt open, letting her narrow cunt-tunnel suck and grip around the invading thickness of his cock.
By then Sylvia was humping high and hard, her spongy its bounding in her bra and dress top, eagerly fucking her tight, burning pussy onto the satisfying stiffness of his cock.
"Unnngggggh! It's going in deep now!Unnnggggh ! Oh, fuck, I can feel it up my pussy! You sure have a big one, Bobby-poo!Unnnggggh ! Fuck my cunt, Bobby, fuck my wet little cunt! All the way in now! Drill my little pussy good!"
The horny employment counselor came down hard, moaning as he rammed every inch of his fuck-organ into the sucking, spasming grip of her pussy. Then he started reaming out Sylvia's tight little slit very hard and fast, panting on her shoulder, relentlessly ramming his blood-bloated hard-on in and out of her cunt.
"Fuck my pussy, fuck my horny little pussy!"
Sylvia bucked madly to meet his rhythm, her tits bounding wildly as she wriggled her ass on the carpet fucking her itchy fuck-hole onto his cock. "AU the way in, Bobby: Unh, unh, I can feel it up my belly! It's stretching my pussy good, Bobby! Fuck my cunt, fuck it nice and hard!"
The big boner was slamming in and out, and now it was as if Bob Kramer were deliberately punishing her for her earlier teasing by fucking her as hard as possible, with an almost savage intensity. He sprawled flat on top of her, crushing her giant tits under his chest. Feverishly he fucked is huge prick in and out of her cunt channel, the head of his aching prick reaching the back *all of her womb with every stroke.
"Nuuugggghhh! Love your big cock!Nuuunn ! Fuck my pussy with it! Harder, harder, fuck my pussy, fuck my horny little pussy! Gonna cum now! Oh, cumming, Mr. Kramer! Fuck my cunt, cumming, cuuummmminnnngggg !"
Her pussy erupted violently in orgasm, spasming around his cock-lance, gripping and squeezing around every inch of his enormous, hammering cock. The hung employment counselor kept fucking her tight cunt very hard and fast, guiding her through the spasming peak of her orgasm. Then, suddenly, he collapsed on top of her, slamming his huge cock as far up her velvety pussy as it would go.
The second load of cum-juice spewed out of his mammoth piss-organ, spraying and streaming torrentially into the depths of the horny aunt's cunt. Sylvia felt the sappy white stuffgeysering into her belly, basting her pussy-hole with a soothing, spouting load of goo. Eagerly she kept humping and wiggling beneath the hung, fucking counselor, flexing her cunt muscles, helping him shoot out every drop of his cream.
"Mmmm, that was a good one!" Sylvia purred aloud, as she walked back to her car a few minutes later.
But, in spite of herself, she knew she was still thinking about Terry. She'd enjoyed thecockteasing session with her nephew the night before so incredibly much that it was difficult to stop thinking about it.
Terry was so young and innocent looking, and his cock had gotten so big when she'd jacked on it the night before. And there was something so wonderfully obscene about doing it with her own nephew!
"'Mmmm!" Sylvia sighed as she walked back to her car, her cunt throbbing and juicing heavily under her panties. Even as one part of her mind told her that it would be a sin to keep teasing her nephew, the other part told her that she wouldn't be able to stop.
If only she could think of a way to arouse Terry even more! Why, he'd certainly be back in the apartment in only a few more hours. Hmmm... "Hey, goodlookin '!"
The voice was from a passing car. Sylvia turned in time to see a handsome, arrogant-looking teenager dip his hands in front of his chest and move them suggestively up and down.
"Man, you really have a set of tits under that dress, don't you?" he leered. "I sure wish I had a girl with a set of tits like you! And shit, you're old enough to be my mama! It's a crying shame!"
Hmmm, Sylvia thought.
Under any other circumstances, she would have proceeded coolly to her car without giving the lad a second glance; street pick-ups could be dangerous. But now, with a fire smoldering in her pussy, Sylvia turned and walked smoothly up to the teenager, who now looked slightly nervous as he continued to stare at her from the car.
"Hey, buster," Sylvia said. "How'd you like to come along to my apartment and put your cock where your mouth is?"