Rob was the Operations Manager at the small company where he worked, which meant he did most of the hiring and firing. Mary, on the other hand, had been hired by the owner, Peter. One look at Mary explained why. Peter wanted to screw the young woman. Rob did, too. Hell, everyone did.
Mary was a petite beauty, just a hair under five feet tall. Her long black hair hung halfway down her back, a shiny mane that swished and shifted when she walked. Her slender hips also swished and shifted when she walked. The dynamite duo of hips and hair swaying in unison created an endlessly fascinating display of her feminine charms.
Her complexion was medium, her eyes more round than almond-shaped, and her ethnicity eluded most observers. What everyone was could agree on was that Mary was hot, sizzling hot.
Peter tried to get her to strip for him but she rebuffed the man, telling him bluntly that he reminded her of his grandfather. Rob's boss, Tom, would normally have made a play for her but he was fighting to save his marriage after his wife had caught him cheating on her yet again. That left Rob standing at the front of the line.
Mary and Rob were a classic Mutt-and-Jeff pairing. She was unusually short and he was taller than most at 6'4". Her coloring was medium while he was a pale white man whose people hailed from the frozen wastes of Northern Europe. She thought the contrast was cute. Rob's thoughts were more practical. She'd have to be on top.
Mary was new in town and Rob quickly offered to show her around. Their first night out was a simple dinner, not too fancy, at a funky sushi place. When he dropped her at home, he didn't even try to kiss her, although it took all his self- control to hold back. That small sexy woman had Rob's cock vibrating like a tuning fork.
A few nights later they went to a concert with a female vocalist whose latest record was a huge hit. Mary was so happy on the way back to her place that she invited Rob in. He hid a smile and followed her into the small apartment she shared with her old college roommate. Rita was necking with her lover in the living room, so Mary pulled her boss into her bedroom.
She left Rob alone for a minute so he looked around. She was messy but not too messy. He bit back a snicker as he caught sight of a vibrator half-hidden under a pillow. Mary came back carrying a bottle of wine and two empty glass jars.
"Only the finest stemware," she joked as she handed a jar to her date.
"I am dazzled to be in the presence of such sophistication," he jested back.
"Half-wit," he thought critically. "Sometimes, I would be better off if I kept my mouth shut." Except Rob's wisecrack had made her laugh. Two points for Puf-n-Stuf.
"Thank you," he said as he held up his jar. She poured until the jar was half-full. Being alone with a babe like Mary -- in her bedroom, no less -- was not a half-empty kind of moment. Rob was so hard that it hurt.
"Thanks for taking me to the concert," she replied. "That was the most fun I've had since moving here."
"This is a great city for concerts," her boss acknowledged. "You were great company!"
"Yeah, about that," she began.
"Dammit, here it comes," he braced himself.
"I really like you," she said. Oh?
"But I have a boyfriend back East and I don't want to cheat on him."
"Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!" the man cursed silently.
"We talked last night and I told him about you." Rob looked into her face.
"I'm confused," he said.
"If..." she swallowed nervously. "If you're okay with certain limitations, we could still do some stuff. I mean, you're a handsome man and I'm a sexy woman. You... you do find me attractive, don't you?"
"Girl, you have no idea what you do to me," he growled, letting his arousal show.
"Oh!" she gasped and her face grew red. She reached down between her open thighs and knuckled her crotch. Rob was delighted to see her shudder ever so slightly.
"Are you horny, too?" he asked softly. She heard the inclusivity in his words and lifted her head to look him in the eyes.
"Yes," she whispered, her expression filled with need and hunger.
"So... uh... what kind of limitations do you have in mind?" he probed delicately.
"No kissing on the lips," she replied. "Martin says that's too intimate."
"Martin?" he thought derisively. "Is she joking?"
"What about kissing you elsewhere?"
Mary nodded, her eyes shining. Oho! So, there were still some opportunities.
"I'm guessing fornication is right out," he protested with a mischievous smile.
"Correct," she nodded. "I'm sorry."
He could see that she *was* sorry, too. Her lust was busting right out for everyone to see.
"Are both holes off limits?"
She nodded shyly. "I hope you're not pissed at me. I feel like I kind of led you on."
Rob felt like he already knew the answer to the question poised on his lips but he wanted to hear her answer it.
"Then, why do it?"
She blushed.
"You... you were the first man I met since coming here that I... that I wanted to... to fuck," she stammered. Rob's cock throbbed. He knew right then that he was going to fuck her. It was just a matter of when.
"I've wanted you since the moment I first saw you," he replied. It was the truth.
"I couldn't do anything until I talked to Martin," she explained. "But until I did, I didn't want you to get away."
The way she said it nearly made Rob cream his slacks.
"So, what did Martin say when you told him about me?"
"He wished me good luck and great orgasms," she giggled. "He's so understanding."
For a second, Rob looked at her in disbelief. She asked her boyfriend for permission to get busy with another man, a total stranger, when she was three thousand miles away. And he said "good luck"? Rob wanted to cry out that her beloved Martin was a stupid fool who had no idea what kind of risk he was taking by casually sharing one of the most beautiful girls Rob had ever seen.
"He sounds like a great guy," her boss lied. "So, we'll be friends with benefits, I guess."
"Is that okay?" she asked earnestly. "I really wanted to talk earlier, but..."
"I know, I know. You had to talk with Martin first."
"Yeah," she lowered her head. "That sounds so lame, doesn't it?"
"So, do you have to tell him what you did when you call him up?"
Rob pretended to make a phone call.
"Hi babe," he said in a high-pitched voice, making Mary giggle. "I miss you! Do you miss me? You do? What do you miss most? My pussy! Geez, horndog! Way to make a girl feel special!"
Rob had her laughing by the time he was finished, which meant she was ready. His usual move would have been to kiss her on the mouth, but Martin had denied him that pleasure. Instead, he pulled her into a gentle embrace and kissed her hair.
"You smell so good!" her boss murmured honestly. He pulled a strand of hair behind one ear and gently kissed her behind the ear.
"Oh!" she gasped as the man's soft lips sent a thrill through her body. He continued to work her erogenous zones with his lips and tongue until she was panting and moaning with desire.
"I want you," Rob grunted hoarsely.
"I want you, too. But we can't," she moaned.
He realized she assumed he'd suggested fucking her. Her resolve was apparently closer to breaking than he thought.
"Let me taste you," he replied, reaching up to peel off her jeans. Damned if that horny slut didn't nearly tear them off herself. She was ready to explode and Rob was ready to light her fuse.
He started at her feet, sucking her toes before slowly working up the insides of her thighs. It didn't take long before she was moaning loudly and pulling her legs open to give him easier access to her cunt. He didn't attack her pussy directly, though, and worked his way around it. His warm breath caressed her fat clitoris long before his tongue.
Finally, she begged for it.
"Make me cum!" she pleaded needily. "My body feels so hot and my pussy is so wet!"
Rob gave her clitoris a gentle stroke with his tongue.
"Oh, fuck!" she screamed and her body shook. It wasn't an orgasm as much as it was a precursor of what was about to happen. He gave her another lap with his tongue. This time he traced a circle around her clit before enveloping the throbbing pink button in my lips. She grabbed a handful of his hair and held Rob's face against her cunt.
"More!" she begged huskily. "Please, make me cum!"
Her boss grinned and started drawing the alphabet with the tip of his tongue. Mary only made it to the letter "m" before she shrieked and started flailing. The man pulled back.
"Damn, I'm good," he teased her, although he knew she wouldn't hear him. Not right then, anyway. She was too busy clenching and curling as her body was gripped hard by her climax.
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she gasped. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!"
Rob leaned back in between her legs and blew gently on her still swollen love button. Her hips spasmed involuntarily and she grunted like a little fuckpig. He laughed.
"I'm thinking Martin never made you cum like that, has he?" he taunted her. She gave him a wild-eyed look that told him that he was right, even if she wouldn't say so out loud.
He'd already won the battle. He hadn't speared the woman yet with his cock, but he knew she was going to let him do it. The expression on her lovely face was one he knew well. When a woman's hunger reaches a high enough level, they'll fuck anyone and everyone. And from what Rob had heard about Mary's college years, she really *did* fuck everyone. At least, that's what Rita had told him. She referred to Mary as the dorm bimbo, which was really just a euphemism for being the dorm cumdump.
