Copyright Β© 2017-2018 by Henry C. Roberts. All Rights Reserved.
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itting at a table in the corner, Willy has the monthly schedule laying on the tabletop. As he adjusts the employees' work schedule per their requests, Lucy walks closer to him. With the lunch rush over, she has time to come visit with her boss.
Standing on Willy's right side, Lucy leans over at the waist, giving two customers her patent view. She presses her lips to Willy's lips. As she parts her lips slightly, she notices him follow her lead. The smell of onion hits her nostrils as the kiss ends.
"What was that for?" asks Willy confused.
"Mr. Willy, I want to say, 'Thank you' for the bet last weekend."
"You're welcome, but the customers loved the result, so no 'Thank you' needed."
"Aw, Mr. Willy, I wanted you to win, too," Lucy replies sitting on Willy's lap with both feet dangling off his right side.
With her feet not touching the floor and her soft smooth skin, Lucy's youthful complexion makes her appear childish. However, the deep slit of her Boobers shirt revealing an ample amount of cleavage debunks any thought of her being underage. Her perfect posture displays all of her natural curves.
With Willy's left hand still resting on the schedule, Lucy turns slightly and grips his left hand in her hand. Her petite soft hand barely covers half of his large rough hand. She places his hand on her hip and smiles.
"You will help me not fall off, right?"
"Of course," replies Willy as his hand slides down to her thigh and upper rear. "Your cheerful attitude is winning enough for me."
"Oh gosh, Mr. Willy, I like you. You're too nice," Lucy states moving her firm butt on his lap. "But, I was the biggest winner. I got to kiss Mrs. Janey, and later."
"Later?"
"Yes, she let me eat her pussy."
"Really? At her house? My brother's out of town, right?"
"Yes and yes. She told me to not tell, but I don't think she will mind me telling you."
"Why?"
"Because, tonight we'll fuck you, together. Oops, gotta run. Customers need me."
"What do you mean?" Willy asks as Lucy hops off his lap. "Lucy? Lucy?"
Looking down at his lap, Willy notices the bulge that grew under Lucy's ass. His dick hasn't turned to steel, but it's on its way. With his mind racing, he has to find out what Lucy means. He figures Janey must know. Now, to find Janey.
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fter looking for ten minutes, he walks into the liquor storage room. In the back of the cooler, Willy finds her. Janey is bent over reading the labels on the barrels. With her juicy ass covered by a loose white skirt, he walks behind her and presses his crotch to her rear.
"I found you. Why are you hiding in here?"
"What the fuck! I'll kill you assh... Fuck Willy, you scared me," Janey barks as she straightens.
With his hands still on each side of her hips, his crotch dry humps her rear-end slightly. His hands run over her ass lifting her skirt, slightly. As he moans, Willy says, "Janey, it's been too long. My balls are aching."
Janey might think it has been over a week since Willy came, but in reality, it's been five days since Elle swallowed his last load before she went on vacation.
"Damn it, I'm not going to fuck you in here, asshole. What if we get fucking caught!"
"If we had Lucy licking your pussy, like tonight, then, we could fuck?" Willy suggests as his hands almost reveal her white G-string panties.
"How do you know about that?" Janey booms. After thinking for a second, she continued, "Lucy fucking told you, didn't she?"
"Yep. Relax. She figured I would find out tonight, right? So, she figured it would be OK, but I don't want to wait."
"I'm fertile for two days, but you can't fuck me dry, jackass."
Willy's hands move under her skirt and down between her thick thighs. When he notices Janey part her feet slightly, his finger finds her crotch. He presses his finger to her panties on the opposite side of her entrance.
Using his dexterity, his fingers function together sliding her panties to the side, so his index and middle fingers can caress her bare pussy lips. As he plays with her, her moisture increases.
"I think you want my big cock in this cooler, Babe."
"Don't call me that, asshole. If you want this to happen, you better stop pissing me off."