It was two years since Lynne had graduated magna cum laude with a major in Modern American Literature. She'd met George, an unemployed drifter, in a bar and it was lust from the first night. George had done several stretches in jail and when her wealthy parents learned of the relationship, they cut off all contact. Lynne found herself uniquely unqualified to work and after a few temping assignments, where her terrible keyboard and phone handling skills did not earn her many assignments, she ended up as a checkout clerk in a grocery store. Meanwhile, George was content to laze around in the modest apartment they shared, taking the lion's share of her weekly paycheck while complaining that it was meager.
1. The first thing that Lynne felt was a warm feeling between her thighs. She stirred gently in her sleep, and moaned softly. The feeling grew more real and insistent. This was a very vivid dream, she thought. She came awake very slowly, and gradually became aware of George's head between her thighs and his tongue gently teasing her vulva.
'Oh, God, its almost nine,' she cried, suddenly sharply awake, 'I'm going to be late and Mr. Bledsoe will kill me... '
'Relax, baby,' George said soothingly, 'All in good time. '
He returned to working on her crotch. He now became rougher, but was amazingly adept. His tongue raced around her thick nether lips and found her clitoris unerringly. Within a minute she was gasping again, this time more quickly and sharply. Wordless cries came from her mouth. Within another minute, she began to come. He slowed, but did not stop. She was arching her back and bucking as she came, but his grip on her thighs remained firm and his tongue did not lose contact.
The next thing she knew, his hot musky breath was on her neck and she felt his hard manhood at her crotch. He entered her without ceremony, not gently, but with a smooth thrust. He was huge, both thick and long, bigger than anyone she had had before. She was very tight on him and stripped back his foreskin effortlessly. He was six inches into her with his first thrust, another two with his second and entered her with practised ease completely only with his third.
He began to piston her, with a hard, driving rhythm and now her cries were loud and unrestrained. She began ascending to a second climax very quickly and just as she felt its contractions engulf her, she felt the flood of thick, hot, viscous semen shoot into her womb and fill her. He kept pounding at her in short stabs for another minute before he slowed and stopped. He withdrew gradually and she felt his thick come slowly sliding down her thighs like lava. Her fingers fluttered down and she felt herself wet from belly to lower thigh.
His face rested between her full breasts. 'Can't let you go to work unless you're well fucked,' he grinned.
She rolled her eyes. 'I'm really going to pay for this,' she said.
2. As soon as she go to work, Mr. Bledsoe, came by her station. 'Get someone to relieve you and come back to the stock room,' he said curtly.
'You mean your office...?' she began.
'The stock room,' he repeated, sharply.
She nodded miserably. He was waiting in the stock room with his back to her. He swung around as the door to the stock room swung shut.
'I'm afraid I'm going to have to fire you, Lynne,' he said.
'No, please Mr. Bledsoe,' she pleaded, 'I really need this job. George isn't working at the moment... '
'Then, we'll have to work out an arrangement, won't we,' he said, grimly.
Without preamble, unbuckled his belt, dropped his trousers and stepped out of them. He never wore underwear and his manhood swung out in its semi-tumescence. Lynne gasped. She would never have associated Mr. Bledsoe with such a cock!
'This is a sexual harassment suit right now,' she said tightly.
'I know, I know, but we can discuss a settlement afterwards,' he said thickly, advancing on her. She backed away and by the time he reached her, her posterior was against the stock room door. He did not waste time with pleasantries. His left arm went around her and his lips were on her throat, his thick tongue flicking out to tease and excite. His right hand slipped through seam in her skirt and unerringly found her crotch. He felt her full breasts and hardening nipples against his chest through her thin blouse and lace brassiere, as she struggled to push him away.
It was a hopeless fight, in more ways than one. His strength was overpowering, but in addition, her will to fight began to melt away. 'Lynne, I'm going to fuck you or fire you,' he hissed, as his hand expertly kneaded her clitoris through her panties and his tongue worked quickly and adroitly on the sensitive skin of the sides of her throat. Her breathing started to give her away. She gave a deep groan and almost immediately thereafter, her crotch began to moisten. He found the catch of her wrap-around, red uniform skirt and unfastened it. It slid off and pooled around her feet. Then he pulled her thong panties down and she willingly stepped out of them.
His hands found her round derriere and he lifted her off the ground. Her legs scissored around his waist with practised ease. 'Not the first time, is it, darling?' he thought, 'Drunken romps in college dorm rooms, no doubt. '
His cock was now fully erect and rock-hard. He bent his knees to guide the tip of his huge prick to her thick nether lips. The residual wetness of George's semen burbled out of her and her breath came in quick gasps. She wiggled her bottom to help him position himself. Then he straightened his legs and pushed into her. He could feel George's jism in her cunt. 'Been fucked already this morning, have you darling?' he whispered. She cried out and he grunted as her tightness peeled back his foreskin. She had not realised how big he was – he was as big as George! - and she felt stretched and her throat felt constricted.
Her tightness and wetness drove him on and he sank the rest of his eight-inch length into her, grunting his satisfaction as he did so. She was moaning now, her crotch firmly ensconced against his belly. She arched her back, bracing herself against the door. With this signal, he began to rock into her, slowly and unevenly at first. Then he found his rhythm and soon he was working his cock like a piston in her cunt, each pile-driving thrust resulting in a wet smack of her mount against his. Her torso began to twist and he felt her nipples thicken further as her breasts slipped free of her brassiere.
