Hailey Dunphy showed up thirty minutes late for her first day as the new intern at Thorpe Realty Inc. In a panic she rushed past the receptionist's desk and scurried into Gil Thorpe's office.
"Mr. Thorpe, I'm so sorry...I...?"
Hailey stopped dead in her tracks, and her jaw hit the floor.
Thorpe was in his large regal leather executive chair. An almost cherub sense of joy on his face. A blonde woman wearing black lingerie was kneeling between his thick, hairy legs. Her head was pistoning up and down on Thorpe's phallus. The room was quite except for the woman's mouth gargling her own thick saliva. The blonde's mouth made wet sounds, "glugck, glugck, glugck," swallowing his semi-rigid erection. Hailey couldn't recognized the blonde woman's cock-filled face. Her angle and line of sight was mostly revealed the woman's athletically toned back and lean shoulders. And that her thong had disappeared into her ass crack.
Thorpe put some bass in his voice and instructed the blonde. "Put your hands behind your back." The blonde did as she was told. Thorpe took a handful of her hair and pushed her mouth further down his shaft. Hailey stood mesmerized watching Thorpe train the blonde to deep throat his growing phallus. She didn't even realize that she subconsciously put her own hands behind her back. Her mouth was hanging open, play acting if she could wrap her lips around his shaft. Hailey almost rose on her toes when she heard the blonde begin to choke on Thorpe's erection. He roughly yanked the woman's head up by a handful of hair. Wet, snotty, gasping sounds filled the air. Just as the blonde swallowed air, her head was pushed back down, causing the erection to disappear down her wet throat.
Hailey's nipples began to get hard, and she felt the early sensation of moisture in beneath her viscose panties. She felt mesmerized. There was something sexy, yet familiar about the blonde. Hailey didn't know what to do; or even what to say. The clock ticked by. Thorpe stood up and released the blonde's hair. She couldn't suck in air fast enough. Her nostrils flared, and her chest heaved. She leaned on her arms. Her legs were weak, and tucked in under her. Thick, sloppy gobs of spit lathered the bottom half of her face. Her mascara was running and her red lipstick was smeared across her cheeks. The woman was a hot mess.
Hailey could barely pull her eyes away from Thorpe. His spit polished erection glistened, as it twitched in the air just inches above the blonde woman's head.
Thorpe looked down at the sexy blonde MILF who'd just feasted on his throbbing cock. "Get on your hands and knees and remove that butt plug." The blonde positioned herself in downward dog and reached around and began to pull at the "anal trainer". She had been working in gradually increasing sizes to stretch her asshole. Thorpe wanted her rectum ready to accommodate getting fucked up the ass. Claire Dunphy didn't know it yet. But later tonight she was going to be the entertainment for a group of four NBA players who were Thorpe's newest million dollar clients. Claire was going to have every hole stretched and filled. Even the Kardashian girls would be impressed.
The blonde woman's eyes were down cast and submissive, but now Hailey was close enough to see her face. "Mom! It's YOU!! What the hell?!" Is what Hailey screamed inside her head. Hailey had started suspecting that her mom, Claire, was cheating on her dad, Phil. But she had no idea her mom was cock gobbling the same man that Hailey has been getting her panties wet for.
Thorpe stood up and walked over to Hailey. "So glad you're here for your first day at work", he grinned wolfishly. He admired her short floral dress and the petite bare shoulders. Her skin seemed to glow with her youth. Hailey's big brown eyes stared up at Thorpe as he loomed over her. His gaze caressed her neck and fondled her chest. Hailey leaned forward & upward to bring her face closer to his. Thorpe, leaned and his lips tasted hers. He slid his tongue into her mouth. Hailey exhaled into him. Thorpe's left hand pulled down the top of her mini-dress. She was wearing a sheer white bra. Those came off too. She felt the sunlight from the window bathe her exposed nipples. Hailey's tits were small but perky, like her mother's. Thorpe's mouth roved over her breasts, and his tongue molested her nipples.
Claire watched Hailey's petite, lithe body arch and press against Thorpe's 6'4 heavy frame. She saw thin lines of spit between their lips. Claire squirmed watching her nubile daughter get licked and fondled. For the first time Claire didn't even notice the butt plug in her ass.
"Claire, go into that closet and bring out the video camera." Claire was perplexed. Too much was happening. She wanted to run home. But she didn't want to leave Hailey. Oh gawd, what if he fucks Hailey as hard as he fucks me? She can't take that! That's too much cock, and that dick likes it rough! Too many thoughts were racing through her mind. But like a scene of a horrific accident, Claire couldn't look away.
Claire was impressed with Thorpe's office closet to say the least. The closet was more like another room except for now furniture. It had an attached bathroom with a shower. Claire quickly washed her face & removed her make-up. Her eyes jumped at the sight of the mouthwash bottle. "Yes, please!"
