On Friday, Amos needed another conference with the boss before leaving for the weekend. He found his door closed, knocked and heard the muffled 'Come in.'
The door opened on a familiar scene. Roger was seated with a red-haired intern's head in his lap, bobbing steadily as she sucked on his cock. She didn't pause a beat at the intrusion.
" Well, I see you've found another candidate to interview", Amos mused.
The boss gave a guttural affirmative as he felt his imminent ejaculation, and did, down the redhead's tight throat. She moaned at the discharge and took him deep, swallowing his contribution to her corporate acclimation. He held her head impaled on his deflating erection.
"Yes, Rinna is hoping to join our marketing department. I'm testing her client retention skills. She just passed her first oral exam."
He chuckled at his own joke.
Roger leaned back and relaxed his body in the chair in post-ejaculatory serenity, lightly massaging Rinna's scalp as she suckled his slackening genital appendage.
"I think I'll continue her interview at my house this weekend. Unfortunately, I can't multitask. I promised Lindsey a similar outing. Why don't you fill in for me with her this time? I'm sure you'll find something interesting to do together."
Roger winked at the offer and Amos gave a leisurely nod of concurrence. He closed the office door behind him as he heard Roger give Rinna her instructions.
"Go freshen up and come back. We'll leave as soon as you're ready."
Amos walked across the office floor and found Lindsey's cubicle.
"Gather your things. Roger is tied up. He apologizes for his last-minute swap but I'll be filling in for him."
Amos lived in the suburbs but rather than the expressways, he liked to journey the feeder roads. The pace was slower and less stressful. It also, in this instance, gave him more time to be close with Lindsey.
She wore an office style pencil shirt that molded her ass and showed some of her lovely legs as she sat in the passenger seat. The shoulder belt split her blouse covered breasts. Amos was not one to waste time or attention. He placed a hand behind the blonde's neck and leaned her towards the middle. The shoulder belt retracted as she understood his silent command and wiggled beneath it.
He was a gentleman about assisting with her task. He unzipped himself and extracted his semi-tumescent cock. She leaned over his lap, obscuring the oral contact but he felt the sweet touch of her wet lips on his knob. But always, it was safety first; he returned both hands to the steering wheel and attended to his driving in traffic.
At stop lights, he saw the curious glances of the other drivers who saw the blonde head of curls bouncing in his lap. To a few he gave a smiling wave of acknowledgement when the light turned green and he pulled away.
As he approached his neighborhood, he told Lindsy she had three minutes left to complete her blowjob. He felt increased suction and a slight upbeat in the lip stroke rhythms. As he entered his driveway, his hands gripped hard on the steering wheel as his groin tensed and he spurted cum into Lindsey's mouth. She hummed with joy, feeling the satisfaction of her accomplishment.
She drew herself off his cock and righted herself in her seat. A finger wiped a loose spot of the white goo from her chin and sucked it into her mouth. Performance over, for now, it was her opportunity to look around at her weekend working residence.
It was a larger house, two stories with gabled windows; someplace, anyplace in an upscale American neighborhood. Pale yellow siding with brick column highlights and a front porch sheltering a red front door.
Amos tucked himself in and opened his driver side door. Still playing the gentleman, he rounded the car to open her passenger door. He helped her out, let her grab her purse and sweater, and escorted her to the red front portal.
Inside, he gave her a quick tour: downstairs living room, kitchen and dining room, upstairs bedrooms and baths.
She asked which bedroom would be hers and he gave her a no-nonsense reply.
"You'll be with me here in the master bedroom. This is where we will fuck."
'So much for romance' she thought. Well, it was a summer internship. What did she expect?
"Can you cook? There's stuff in the kitchen. Get busy."
After Amos showered and changed, he found the table set with pasta, sauce, and salad. That was one of his favorites; the weekend was proceeding very well.
They watched some TV, lazing on the sofa, percolating their arousals. His hands were inside her open blouse, cupping and kneading her tits. Her hand rubbed his crotch, feeling his manhood filling up all the available space.
The silly network serials were boring. Amos surfed the on-demand listings for some porn. He found an interesting screening of some harsh BSDM that worked for him. It apparently worked for her as well. Her caresses increased on his cock as the naked on-screen maiden was dog switched on her nipples until she orgasmed from the tit torture.
Amos noticed her obsession and filed that away for later on.
Meanwhile, their mutual caressing was evolving. Amos shrugged off her blouse for more open access to her boobs and nipples. Lindsey unzipped his fly and caressed the stiff penile skin. The TV was finally turned off as the pair were finally fully turned on. Amos carried his half naked weekend guest to the bedroom, his cock waggling freely as he walked.
The remaining clothes hit the floor and the handsy couple hustled into bed. He kissed her all over: lips, neck, nipples, bellybutton, inner thighs, and ending at her labia. His tongue swept multiple lashes on her inner pink and clitoris. Her hands held his head to maintain the vaginal caresses. He ignored her pleas for more as he rose and hovered his body above hers. But she was ready to be fucked but Amos wasn't yet; he wiggled her around to suck his cock into her mouth. He kneed up as she bobbed on his erection.
He was fully aroused by the long wait: the drive, meal, TV, and oral foreplay. He took handfuls of her hair and drew her off, pushing her down to lay in missionary pose. His hands and hers cooperated in alignment and he pushed in with one long stroke to the bottom. She whined out her moan of surprise at the sudden stretch by the full penetration. He lay his weight on her as she curled her thighs and arms around his body.
He drew back and plugged his cock in again. Another whimper, less sharp this time. He hugged her tits to his chest and cycled his hips, thrusting long hard plunges. Countless cycles, matched with tongue lashed kisses, culminated in his roar of orgasm and a powerful spew of spunk deep inside his fuck mate.
He rolled aside and they cuddled. She was still aroused and he accommodated her needs with another fantastic fuck later in the night.
The following days and nights were a cacophony of sex: every room in the house, most of the furniture, and much of the Kama sutra poses were employed in satisfying Amos' arousals and pleasures.
On Monday morning, he drove her back to work, wearing the outfit from Friday, though even with preening and makeup, she looked used and disheveled. Everyone noticed and, inwardly and outwardly, smiled, keeping their council, but knowing the story.
Over the next few weeks, Roger and Amos rotated weekends of taking Lindsey home for several days of sucking and fucking.
It was again Friday evening. Amos had stayed late in the office for an international conference call. Lindsey had left earlier and he decided to surprise her at home. He pulled into the corporate furnished intern's townhouse parking lot. It hadn't been a long drive but long enough for him to percolate his zeal with thoughts and plans for Lindsey's submission to his sexual inclinations.
The townhouse porchlight was on and he rang the doorbell. As her summer intern gig progressed, he intended to use the duplicate key that would allow him access whenever he chose. Sometimes he got aroused late into the night and later he might make his way to her door and then her bedroom without disturbing her sleep. Well, not at first. She would certainly enliven when he suddenly thrust his hard cock into her soft slumbering body, bringing her wide awake with a jolt. It was those kinds of thoughts that had pervaded his mind during the drive.
But tonight, Lindsey answered the door. She was wearing a white tank top and a short tennis skirt, complemented with subtle, pale makeup, further enhancing her Nordic tones. She stretched up to kiss his lips in welcome, pressing her loose boobs to his chest.
He had told her at the office that he would be coming tonight and anticipated he would soon be cumming tonight, undoubtedly inside her. She had dressed in easily shucked off clothes; she was so ready to accommodate this manly man's deepest desires, and her own.
Her instincts were right. His hands were already pawing at her ass, moving underneath the skirt to discover there were no panties. His fingers brushed her labia lips and found moisture in the pink folds between. She moaned in his mouth at the touch. He decided he needn't delay with any extended foreplay.
He scooped her up and carried her the few steps to the living room off the entrance foyer. He plopped her knees on the sofa cushions. She braced her hands on the back, torso level, head up, facing straight forward. He moved up behind her kneeling body. His hands came to her chest and pulled the top toward her neck, freeing her hanging breasts. He cupped and bounced the feminine globes, adding a little pinch to her nipples, gaining a pucker of the nubs and a yip that melded into a moan.
He unbuckled and dropped his pants. Her ass was at a perfect height to his groin. He slapped her inner highs; she dutifully spread her kneeling stance wider to ease his entry. Flipping the skirt across her back, he aligned himself at the fleshy cleft below her lovely exposed ass cheeks, found her slippery slit with his tip, and pressed in an inch.
His knob was captured in her warm entrance and he jogged his hips, slipping and sliding forward, penetrating her wet cunt. She mewed at the long-awaited invasion, feeling his bulk stretch her juicy channel. He grabbed her hair into a bunch and pulled, holding her head high, using the clutch to keep her steady against his power thrusts. She closed her eyes, concentrating her thoughts on the sweet conjunction.
Amos was enjoying this first quickie. It would relieve his pent-up urges and allow him to lead a more leisurely sexual shindig for the remainder of the weekend. He was well into his rise when he caught a movement at the foyer out of the corner of his eye. He glanced there and the image induced him to stop his strokes, halting deep inside Lindsey's pussy. She sensed his pause and thought he might be cumming but she didn't hear his peaking grunts or feel the familiar hot gush of his spunk.
