Jeff put his last box in the wall after hearing lunch break called over the intercom. He nodded to the second shift guy who would be covering his truck while he was on lunch.
"That big stop is coming up, Kline. Watch how high you're stacking the liquids," he cautioned on the way out of the truck.
"Okay," Kline answered with little indication he'd heard a word.
Jeff sighed. He expected the truck to be a disaster by the time he returned in a half hour. As he made the long walk down the warehouse floor toward the break room, he found himself wincing at nearly every load he observed. The latest crop of new hires were terrible.
All he could do was do his job right, and hope that the few decent loaders who
didn't
wash out stayed instead of bidding into other positions as soon as they were eligible.
Jeff knew he wouldn't get any peace and quiet in the break room, so he grabbed his phone from the locker and headed out to the car. The phone bombarded him with alerts, catching up on the two and a half hours it had remained in airplane mode in his locker.
He swiped most of the alerts away but opened a message string from his roommate and fuck-buddy Cassie. She'd sent a picture of an attractive blonde with big tits and asked if he'd seen her around. He immediately recognized her as the girl from the bar the night before.
He responded to her text, "Saw her last night at the bar after work. Trying hard to get my attention."
Her next message read, "I knew it. I pissed the bitch off, and she has a reputation for trying to fuck boyfriends as revenge."
"And she thinks we're dating," he typed. "Knew something felt off about her."
"Feel like turning the tables on her?" Cassie asked.
"What do you have in mind?"
Cassie's plan was deliciously evil, and the thought of it lifted his spirits through the rest of the day.
****
Jeff blindly fumbled to unlock the door to his apartment. Mercedes was busy squeezing his dick and shoving her tongue into his mouth. It hadn't taken much more than offering to buy little miss Mercedes a drink to set things in motion. He'd confirmed without a doubt that those big tits were real even before leaving the bar. According to Cassie, the rumor was that the pussy was pretty good.
He was about to find out.
She yanked his shirt free of his pants almost as soon as he closed the door and then started tearing at her top. Jeff whipped his shirt over his head, tossed it on the back of the couch, and then reached into his pocket for his phone. He was careful not to touch the screen or the power button as he sat it down on the end table next to the couch. Cassie's response to his prepared text saying he was taking Mercedes home could give everything away.
Mercedes let those tits loose, and he grabbed a double handful of the pendulous globes. He had no trouble lifting one to suck her nipple while she went to work on his pants. Jeff stepped on the heels of his shoes one after the other, and by the time he'd kicked them aside, Mercedes was stroking his erection.
He was hardly upset when she pulled her nipple out of his mouth, kicked off her heels, and dropped to her knees. Jeff gathered up her blonde hair into a makeshift ponytail as she slathered her tongue all over his cock. She was looking up into his eyes as she licked him, and it was sexy as hell.
He groaned when she corralled the head of his cock with her tongue and slipped it into her mouth. Even if her primary goal was getting under Cassie's skin, she was putting in some serious effort. She was sucking hard, going deep, and maintaining eye contact.
A mischievous glint appeared in those eyes just before she swallowed him. Jeff's fingers tightened in her hair as she held him deep in her throat for a few seconds before slowly sliding her lips back up the shaft.
She was definitely a talented little homewrecker.
Mercedes gasped once he popped from between her lips, and she jerked his slobber-covered dick with one perfectly manicured hand. "You like that?"
"Fuck yes," he growled.
"Ever been deep-throated before?"
He shook his head, but it was a lie. Cassie was actually no slouch in that department herself. He suspected the fib would encourage Mercedes to double down. A crooked smile spread across her face.
He was right.
Jeff's fingers tightened in her hair as she swallowed his cock and croaked around it. He pulled on her head — but not hard enough to genuinely restrain her. She stayed with her nose pressed into his crotch until he released the pressure, and then jerked away with a loud gasp.
His cock throbbed hard in her grasp as she sniffled, swallowed, and blinked the tears out of her eyes. It had been a while since Cassie had been in the mood for rough stuff, and he was going to take full advantage of the opportunity with Mercedes.
The busty blonde looked up at him with obviously put-upon pleading in her eyes once she'd caught her breath. He played along, fisted his fingers in her hair, and tugged. Mercedes let out an impressively pathetic-sounding whimper just before his dick vanished in her mouth again.
Jeff growled as she bobbed her head in short strokes — choking and gagging on his cock. He put a little more pressure on the back of her head, but it was still insufficient to
actually
force her to suck him. She was easily able to pull back once after a particularly loud gag, catch her breath, settle her stomach, and dive back down.
Thick globs of spit were dribbling down his balls by the time she suddenly slapped her hands against his legs and pushed. He let her go, because the gag that accompanied her sudden, panicked action sounded particularly urgent and real.
Mercedes sat back on her heels to cough, swallow, and whimper. Thick slobber dangled from her lips and chin. His cock was covered in it. Tear trails glistened on her cheeks. She looked every inch the face-fucked slut.
"God damn, that was fucking hot," he said as he ran his fingers through her hair.
She sniffled one last time, and then offered him a smug smile.
Jeff growled and said, "Come here," while slipping his right hand under her arm. As she gathered her feet under her, he grabbed her tit in his free hand and squeezed. Once she was standing, he lifted her nipple to his mouth, slid his other hand down her body, and started bunching up her skirt.
Mercedes moaned while running her hand over his back and her fingers through his hair. Once he'd lifted her skirt out of the way, he discovered that was the only barrier. She wasn't wearing panties.
"Mmm hmm," she moaned when he slipped a finger between her nether lips.
She was soaking wet. There was no way to know whether it was more about the thrill of fucking someone else's man than straight-up arousal, but it didn't really matter. She was turned on, and the way she was humping against his finger suggested she was ready to fuck.
"So, am I getting more than a finger?" she asked, confirming it.
Mercedes let out a little yelp when he spun her around, but moaned and wiggled her ass as he bent her over the coffee table.
