Chapter 3
"God damn it, Joel! What the hell do you think you're doing?" the man bellowed.
"Well, seems to me I'm having my cock sucked by this sweet young thing," Joel answered insolently.
Jessica hastily leaned away, felt warmth flushing her cheeks. She kept her eyes averted.
The big man in the doorway took a deep, harsh breath, audibly trying to control his fury. His voice lashed out again, "I can see that, Joel. I've warned you about bringing your bitches here, making this agency your fuck palace. Jesus, you didn't even lock the goddam door...anyone could have walked in here!"
"Anyone didn't," Joel answered smoothly.
"You did, big brother. . . just you. So what's the beef?"
Jessica swung her head, staring at the man in the doorway. His brother! Now that she looked closely, she could see the resemblance, more in bone structure and coloring than anything else. The older brother was thicker in build, with an obviously more forceful manner, while Joel seemed more playful, was built leaner.
"I...I'm the new receptionist," Jessica blurted, then realized how weird the statement sounded in the present circumstances.
"She sure is," Joel added, grinning up at his older brother. "I. . . uh, conducted the interview. She's well qualified, and hired." He slanted a teasing grin at Jessica. "Jessie, meet the boss...older brother, John Graham. John, Jessica Bradley."
Jessica looked shocked as she stared at Joel. It was clear now that he wasn't the Mr. Graham she'd been told to see, and he had merely taken advantage of the situation. Not that she had minded, she smiled ruefully.
"Just what kind of set-up is this?" John barked, striding into the room.
Jessica edged away at the chill anger in his smoky gray eyes. "What. . . what do you mean?"
He laughed. It was a hard, ugly sound. "I mean, Miss Bradley, this job hadn't been advertised in the paper yet. And yet here you are, supposedly interviewing for it."
He swung to Joel. "Did you even bother to check her out, Joel? How in the hell do you know Prescott isn't behind this?"
The look she gave John was frankly bewildered. "Who's Prescott?"
He stared at her for a long moment, then frowned.
"Carleton Employment Services sent me," Jessica added, faltering a little at his fierce look. "My girlfriend works there and told me about this. I didn't have an interview set up officially, she just said to get over here and talk to you. I didn't realize the job hadn't been advertised yet. She was doing me a favor, I guess...giving me first crack at it."
"See, big brother," Joel sneered. "Looking for intrigue as usual."
"You know damned well Prescott is capable of it," John retorted. He stared at Jessica, and seemed to really notice her. Notice her nakedness, her lush curves. To see her as a wanton, willing woman. He just as obviously liked what he saw.
She was still mystified as to the person named Prescott, and what it had to do with this. Surely one of them would tell her what was going on. Eventually. If not, Jessica told herself, she'd ask!
Joel saw the look of surprised lust in his older brother's eyes and grinned triumphantly. He knew that although John was the real business force, he had his lusty side too, and reveled in it whenever he wished. The two of them were quite different in their physiques and temperaments, but they shared a healthy, horny libido. Joel looked at Jessica and saw how her eyes mirrored the sexy gleam in his brother's eyes.
He shrugged; it wouldn't be the first time they'd shared a cunt.
"Shut the door and lock it," Joel urged his brother. "Join us. Jessie's willing enough, aren't you, baby?"
She looked from one to the other uncertainly. Then the naked need in John's eyes decided her.
"Yes.. . oh yes."
Jessica scrambled over into a kneeling position that brought her ass high into the air in John's direction. "Fuck me," she invited huskily. "Fuck me, boss."
John stood there, looking at the lewd display of pussy and ass she eagerly offered. His gaze followed the twin mounds of her ass cheeks to the pink gash of her pussy, now wetly glistening.
As he watched, Jessica spread her knees farther apart. The increased pressure from her thighs forced the large puffy lips of her cunt to fall apart slowly, revealing the pink inner crevice and fuck-hole.
John kicked the door shut and reached over to turn the lock. He started pulling at his clothes, his gaze never leaving the blonde's revealed cunt slit.
Once naked he kneeled, positioning his thick muscular body behind her up-thrust ass, and ran his hands up over the rounded cheeks of her butt.
"Uuuummm," Jessica moaned lustily.
He edged closer, touching the head of his rampant cock to the wide-spread lips of Jessica's pussy, sending Shockwaves of desire pounding through them both. Easily and smoothly, John's fat cock slid into the taut opening of her fuck-hole.
"Aaahhh, that's what I wanted," she cried. "Get your cock all the way in me...fuck me now...fuck my hot cunt."
John pulled her toward him, impaling her on his raging length of cock. As the velvet sheath of her pussy closed around his hard prick, he groaned, his voice thick and coarse with passion. The aroma of her cunt wafted up, overwhelmingly strong. And the moist, bubbling sound of their fucking excited them both.
Jessica squirmed against him, brazenly pushing her cunt even farther against his skewering dick. She was conscious of Joel's presence, knowing he was watching and thoroughly enjoying the spectacle of her being royally fucked by his older brother.
Through slitted eyes, Jessica saw a huge, angry-red cock moving toward her face as Joel positioned himself at her head. It seemed she would be stuffed with cock at both ends, by both brothers.
"C'mon, Jessie, babe," Joel crooned. "Suck my cock...open those sweet cock-lovin' lips."
She couldn't resist the erotic lure of the man's gorgeous prick. With a murmur of assent, she opened her mouth.
Dipping her head a little to the side, Jessica eagerly gobbled Joel's thick chunk of cock. His hands were tangled in her hair, guiding her sensuous sucking motions in the way that pleased him best.
She experienced a shocking flare of passion at the exotic, masculine taste of his prick. Before, she'd enjoyed the individual flavors of his cum mingled with her own cunt cream. Now, she was tasting pure cock meat. And it was delicious.
John regained her attention momentarily with a ferocious assault on her steamy cunt. Viciously, he fucked into her, straining to sink every single inch of his horny cock in the depths of her churning pussy.
Jessica gasped, and Joel's cock slipped from her warm wet mouth. John ripped into her pussy once more, and she sobbed, "Christ, John! That cock of yours is incredible. It makes me want to do things I never did before. Uuuuunnnnnggggghhhh!"
She gasped again. "Deeper, you pussy fucker. Drive your cock deeper. I want to feel every fuckin' inch of that prick meat shoved in my pussy."
As Joel wedged his aching dick back in the damp softness of Jessica's mouth, John renewed his carnal plundering of her pulsing pussy. The tender flesh of her fuck-hole gripped and milked his plunging prick. , Jessica arched her hips a little, effectively positioning the distended nubbin of her juicy clit against John's hard-driving dick. The increased friction on her clit was exhilarating. Happily she gurgled her pleasure around the meaty mouthful of cock lodged in her throat, sucking sexily on Joel's thick prick.
Her tongue flicked out, mapping the sturdy contours of Joel's big dick. She licked and lapped at the bulging vein lining his prick, and circled the plump crown, imbedded in her throat. His harsh sighs and moans increased her excitement, and she sucked his cock wetly, noisily.
Jessica felt the burning tingles that signaled her approaching climax. Though she tried to hold it off, and build her pleasure, rocketing waves of orgasm splintered from the fiery pit of her pussy.
"Aaaaahhhhh," she moaned, automatically sucking Joel's cock deeper.
John growled, a coarse sound. He gave a violent lunge into her churning cunt. She quaked again at the way his swollen bone kept pummeling at the tender flesh of her pussy, faster, harder, deeper.
John's hips slammed against her ass, wilder with each cock stroke. Then he cried out, and let loose a flood of torrid cum, soaking her fuck-hole in rapid spurts.
"Aaaaawwww, shit...Jesus, it's good," he growled, straining against her.
Spurred by his brother's vocal pleasure, Jessica's quivering ecstasy and his own raging need, Joel fucked her mouth with long fast strokes of his prick. The warm wetness clamped around his engorged dick, and he felt the boiling building.
As Jessica thrilled to the deep-filled sensation of her cunt filled with John's juice, Joel flexed against her face and erupted as well, shooting squirts of milky cum into the deepest recesses of her throat.
"Drink it up," Joel cried hoarsely, shoving his hips against her face. "Drink my cum."
Jessica was a mass of jangled nerves, her mind reeling from the overload of erotic sensations. The captivating tingles from her twitching cunt, her cum-slick throat and aching, passion-swollen tits combined to push her to a carnal, trance-like daze of pleasure.
She let it wash over her, warming every cell in her body.
"Damn, one great suck," Joel muttered, rolling over away from her, sprawling on his back.
Behind her, she heard John gasping, trying to control his ragged breathing as he pulled his softening prick from the clasp of her fuck-hole.
Then she felt warm breath on her exposed pussy and ass, felt John's hot lips kissing and licking at her.
"Mmmmmm, excellent," he murmured, after he gave lots of oral attention to her pert ass and soaking wet slit. "If you can handle the job as well as you can handle a cock, Jessica, you're going to be the most valuable asset the company has."
She dropped to the carpeted floor, her knees feeling suddenly weak and ready to give way. She met John's smiling gaze.
"Don't you worry, boss," she sighed. "I can handle the job even better."
John made a sound of mock disbelief. "Jesus, I don't think it's possible."
Jessica merely smiled at him. A supremely confident, witchy-woman smile. "Just wait and see."
John rose and started dressing with an aggressive purposefulness that she would soon discover an inherent part of his personality. A man of action, she thought, watching his economy of motion in dressing.
He caught her look and smiled. "Business calls, unfortunately." He looked at his brother. "One of us must hustle the bucks, Jessica, and my brother is much more adept at spending it than making it."
Joel chuckled, not at all put out, it appeared, by his brother's, assessment of his character.
John added, "I take it the details of the job are all settled...the hours, your salary, the details of the work you'll handle?"
She nodded, paused, hesitating, then added. "What about...Prescott? What was that all about. . . before, when you came in?"
She saw the two brothers exchange a look. It intrigued her.
Then John shrugged. "We'll fill you in on all that when you start work tomorrow. Don't worry, it was a mistake, thinking he'd sent you. A natural mistake, perhaps, under the circumstances...but a mistake."
He stopped, raking his eyes over her glistening, naked body as he reached behind him to click open the lock, and turn the doorknob. She caught her breath at the hot, possessive way his gaze lingered on her flesh...as intimate as a caress. Just as real.
Then John smiled. "Welcome to the staff, Jessica."
After he'd gone, closing the door behind him, she looked over at Joel. He lay sprawled on his back, but not everything was horizontal. Not his hard-again cock.
"Climb aboard, baby," he invited her huskily. "Time enough to work tomorrow...today we play!"