Joni's Next Job

CHAPTER 5: JASON

The party hadn't ended after eating. While I was being ravaged by two successive impossible double penetrations by big cocks, Jason had observed from a distance as he prepare the steak meal. After eating and laughing and teasing as if our nakedness wasn't the result of recent fucking or fucking yet to come, the afternoon continued and much of it was fucking and sucking. Five big black men with big black cocks and little 5'-1" me. All of them towered over me and all of their cocks seemed too big for my body.

Splashing in the pool turned into fucking. Relaxing on the patio talking with me usually on someone's lap turned into fucking. The afternoon and into the evening was a steady sequence of fucking and sucking. The five men rotated much of the time which provided sufficient time for their recovery and another go with me. By the end in early evening, cum wasn't leaking from my asshole and pussy but was a stream. Each new cock thrust into me provided obscene sound effects of squishing as cum was forced out.

At the end, I was spent. As each of the guys dressed to leave, they stopped at the chair on the patio where I had collapsed. Each gave me a kiss on the lips and a familiar fondle of a breast. Each, in their own way, quietly thanked me. I really did like these guys. Despite fucking in the office and just completing hours of fucking here, they still regarded me as work mate ... just with benefits.

When Jason returned, he helped me to my feet and led me into the house and down the bedroom hall. "Use my shower. Maybe you'll feel better after."

So nice, I thought. Letting me shower before heading home myself. I didn't doubt that a good shower would help even if just to clean off the cum on my body and between my legs. It felt so good that I stood beneath the hot water for what seemed like a long time. When I finally stepped out of the glass shower stall and dried off with a huge fluffy towel, I wished I had thought to bring my dress.

I walked down the hall in search of Jason and my dress. Finding neither, I called out, "Jason?" I tried a bit louder, "Jason, do you know where my dress is?"

He came from around a corner where the kitchen was. I now recognized the sound of a dish washer starting its cycle. "Yes, I do," he answer. "I don't want you to put it on, though."

I stopped in my tracks about ten feet from him. "What do you mean? That's too much exhibitionism, Jason. I can't go home naked."

He chuckled. "No, not go home naked. I want ... no ... let me start over." I watched him take a breath. "Joni," he began again watching me closely, "I want ... I would like you to stay the weekend."

"What?" I searched his face. He had slipped into his shorts from earlier but he face was composed. "What do you ... what's going on?"

He closed the distance between us. His hands held my shoulders and moved smoothly to the sides of my face and kissed me lightly on the lips. He pulled back slightly gazing into my eyes. I was confused. He kissed me harder and longer. He gazed into my eyes again. I was still confused but also nervous now. What was happening. I wasn't sure I wanted my mind to go in the direction that seemed logical. When he pulled me back into a kiss, my arms went around his neck. My bare breasts were pressed into his bare chest. I pressed my hips into him and felt his big cock inside his shorts respond. This felt too different.

When we separated, "Jason, please ... what ...?"

He took my hand and led me into the large, very manly family-type room. He sat on a huge sofa and pulled me onto his lap so I sat across him. One of his hands lightly rested on my thigh while the other arm lightly wrapped around my waist. It was almost shocking to my system that no intimate part of me was being touched.

"I have to know. Or, at least I want to see," he answered. "Joni, you are a magnificent woman. I felt something early meeting you and it hasn't let go of me." I was flabbergasted. Was he even serious? He's my boss. He hired me to be the office slut. Was he serious? As if reading my resistance despite my own feelings, "I don't know where this goes, Joni. Nobody does when they start out, right? I just want to see."

"Jason," I countered despite liking the idea, "I'm the office slut. I fuck everyone in the office. What do they call that in porn? Free-use? That's me."

"I know that. Just consider for a moment that for the past ... what? ... six hours you've been fucking and sucking with all your holes being used." That was kind of my point, I thought. "And I am still having this talk with you."

Holy ... he's serious. "But ... but how could this possibly work? I mean I fuck ..."

"That's who you are, Joni." Okay, that was a different approach ... acceptance. "We both accepted that when we first met. What's different now? Now you've discovered you're a black cock slut." I squinted my eyes at him. He was completely serious. "That is part of who you are. Why would I want to take that away from you as long as it is safe and controlled?"

I squinted at him, again. "Are you talking about a relationship or a personal slut?"

He laughed and pulled me into his chest. He hugged me and kissed the top of my head. His hands still doing no more than softly stroking an arm and my back. "A relationship. I already have a slut at the office. You might know her."

I giggled, turned my head and kissed his shoulder. A relationship. I guess he was feeling the same thing after all. I pushed away from him and kissed him on the lips. "How is this going to work?" I asked.

"Slowly," he replied quickly, "and honestly. And carefully. At work I am a boss. At work you are a slut. Away from work we try to leave that behind."

"Sounds tricky," I offered.

"Yes, but worth the effort?"

I nodded and kissed him, again. "Yes, definitely worth the effort." I kissed him again. "I will spend the night. We'll talk more in the morning." He nodded at the compromise.

I slipped off his lap and tugged on his hand. Even leaning back with full effort I was barely budging him. "Come on," I urged, "I'll give you a shower. Then I am interested in knowing if I am as good in bed as the slut."

He chuckled as he stood largely on his own. "The slut has never been in my bed." I smiled at him. Very true.

* * * *

My eyes caught the image of us through the glass walled shower and the huge mirror over the bathroom counter and sinks. I was on my knees in front of him after thoroughly soaping his body. My mouth was sliding over his long, hard cock as he leaned against the wall below the shower. I was taking it slow, relishing the feel of his big cock sliding through my mouth and into my throat. This felt so different now. Despite loving the feel and energy of this cock and secretly harboring my own feelings about this man, his confession of his own feelings released something powerful within me.

I had his cock fully in my throat with my nose pressed into his groin, something that wasn't necessarily achieved every time I tried. It always fascinated me how two extra inches could be significant over the other guys. I felt his cock pulse in my throat and I immediately eased myself back. I wasn't ready to try taking his climax deep in my throat.

His hands eased me up. His cock slipped from my mouth as he pulled me up and our slick bodies pressed together, and our mouths seeking and probing each others. My mouth losing his cock, my hands replaced it.

"I've cum so much today," he softly uttered as he held me tight under the water, "and you wanted to challenge yourself in comparison to my office slut. I don't know how much I can cum in one day."

"Hmmm ..." I giggled looking up at him while continuing to stroke his cock, "that sounds like another challenge." He playfully swatted my butt and turned off the water.

After a flurry of towels battling each other as we playfully attempted to dry each other more than ourselves, I led the way into the bedroom and sprawled on my back in anticipation. As he crawled onto it after me, though, I rolled to my knees and waited for him to replace me. He was no sooner on his back when I swung my leg over him and rubbed my pussy over the length of his mostly hard cock. Mostly was all I needed as I raised my hips up, grasped his cock, and aligned it by hand movement and my hip movements to find my hole. I sighed as the bulbous head parted my lips and moaned as I pressed down over it smoothly until I was sitting on his thighs.

As I slowly moved up and down on his cock, I felt it swell and lengthen inside as my pussy repeatedly clenched around it. I leaned forward, my hands on his wide chest for support, and slowly increased the intensity of riding his pole. My breasts bounced and swayed until he reached up and captured both in his hands. He fondled and squeezed before twisting and pulling the rock hard nipples. I moaned and gasped as his cock moved inside me, spreading my pussy, and bumping deeper than any other cock. It took me a number of fuckings by Jason before I was able to take his full 12-inches inside.

I was bouncing faster and harder when I thought I might have lost my balance only to realize Jason was rolling us. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he took over fucking with powerful and dominant thrusts. Now I was groaning and gasping as he rammed his cock fully into me, our flesh smacking audibly, and his cock prodding the top of my pussy. He thrust harder and harder and I was nearing yet another orgasm quickly.

"No," I mumbled between gasping breaths, "I want you to cum." Somehow his thrusts became ever more powerful and I thought he was trying to join my orgasm but he wasn't.

"Cum, Joni," he softly urged, "I want to see your orgasm in your face."

Oh FUCK, I thought. There was no holding it back, though. The stimulation was one thing but his words, his soft request was what put me over the edge. My legs tensed and my butt raised off the bed. My hands clutched the sheets in a death grip, my back arched, and he continued plowing his big cock into me.

My body was still shaking, muscles twitching involuntarily, my breath gasping when my pussy was suddenly empty. I could feel my pussy tightening but it found nothing. The next moment I was being rolled onto my stomach and lifted to my knees. I hadn't gather myself quickly enough to get my hands under me but my elbows provided support to my upper body.

"Oh ... FUCK!" I cried out as I was just as suddenly rammed full of cock, again. His strong hands gripped my hips as he thrust powerfully into me. Our bodies smacked and my breath shot out of my mouth in grunts as if his cock was forcing it out. He was relentless. It was beyond reason how he could continue without cumming. It when on and on. I muttered, sighed, and groaned in a continuous string. Then, I was empty again. I groaned in frustration. The fucking was relentless but when it was gone, my pussy empty, it was wrong. I wanted more. I needed more.

The bed sagged and moved and it made no sense until his cock head was prodding my face. I opened my mouth and slid it past my lips, over my tongue, and into my throat. I was panting so hard for air I wasn't sure I could manage the control necessary to be fucked in my throat. But I did. And while I was being face fucked, he leaned over me to mash and strum my clit. And, again, it all stopped.

My head was hanging with my long hair obscuring everything. I found him standing next to the bed. He wiggled his finger to me and I crawled unthinking to him. I had no idea what he hand in mind next but I wanted it. I wanted it even more than I wanted to do it for him. He raised me up off my knees and I struggled to get my feet under me. It was only a momentary success, though, as he popped me up to his chest, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist and my arms around his neck.

"When I say when, I want you to release your arms around my neck." I gave a slight nod. "Joni?" This time I nodded harder. What the hell was this, I wondered but it was fleeting, my mind not really focused enough. He held my ass with one hand and I felt something slide over my pussy and come to a stop at my gaping hole. I was trying to process it when he told me to let go.

"FUCK ... FUCK ... fuck, fuck, fuck," I cried out. I released my arms and they fell to my sides just as his hold on my ass relaxed and I dropped. Gravity took over and I dropped 12-inches over his cock, jamming the head deep inside, and crushing my clit against his pelvic bone. The third time he lifted me and dropped me back down duplicating the action like the first time happened perfectly. I exploded in another orgasm.

He held my limp body with two hands under my ass as he continued raising and lowering me over his cock while my body shook, again.

He eased himself backwards to the bed and shimmied back onto it, all the while holding me anchored by his cock. He fell back with his hands outstretched holding me upright, his cock deep inside me.

"Now, Joni," he softly said to me. And I knew. Now he was ready to cum.

I gathered every bit of energy remaining in my body and began rising and dropping on his cock. Moments after I began I was bouncing furiously on him, my pussy clenching his cock, my breasts bouncing and swaying. When he climaxed, it was as if he had abstained for a month. At least, that's what it seemed. My tired face was beaming as I felt his seed fill me.

* * * *

In the morning I awoke in bed alone. For a few moments I felt disoriented. Nothing was right: not the light streaming in from the window, not the sounds coming from outside, and not the room I found myself in. I had slept like the dead after that last fuck and being in Jason's bed last night for the most delicious, energetic, and mind bending and body crashing sex imaginable.

My hands lightly stroke my naked body under a single sheet covering as the events of the previous afternoon and evening flowed back into memory. Those events with my boss and four other men from the office were a stark difference to what happens in the office. I am the office slut; hired largely for that while also performing real office tasks, too. In the office, I am dealt with quick, awkward fucks mostly bent over or on a desk and urgent sucking. Yesterday was different. All afternoon and into the evening the men had fucked me and enjoyed my sucking in a relaxed, unhurried atmosphere. Despite being familiar (very familiar) with their big black cocks in all my holes, yesterday was a first for double penetration and relentless fucking and sucking. It would only be a guess as to how many loads of cum I received in and on me or how many magnificent orgasms I experienced. And the guess was hard to believe.

When the rest of the guys departed in the evening from Jason's home and I used the shower to clean up before leaving myself, Jason altered everything for me: a serious declaration that he wished to explore a personal relationship with me. With me! The man who hired me to assist in the office but also be an office slut for seven men (his four direct employees and two partners) wanted to pursue a romantic relationship.

I scrambled out of the bed and used the bathroom, finger combed my long hair, and a wash cloth to clean myself between my legs and under my arms. I looked at myself in the mirror and shrugged. He knew what he was getting.

I wandered bare foot and naked from the bedroom and down the hall toward the other end of the single story house where I knew the kitchen probably was. The closer I got the more the smell of coffee came to me. Passing through the foyer I saw the sundress and sandals I had worn coming here yesterday and were stripped from me upon entering the house by one of the other men. He had known why I was there and I had known why I was there and my being clothed was not on the agenda even if they were clothed. I continued walking without further thought about clothes.

"Good morning," I offered upon finding Jason at a small table in the kitchen. He looked up from the paper he had spread over the table, smiled warmly, and quickly folded the paper and put it away.

He stood and moved to me. He was wearing boxers. I had certainly seen him partially or fully naked but the image this morning was clearer to me. This wasn't my boss in the office or another man ready to fuck me or give his cock to me to suck. All of that was who I was and was what I thorough enjoyed being. This morning almost felt awkward. This morning was new unexplored territory.

The man moving quickly to me filled my eyes and imagination with wonder. A 6'5" black man about a decade older than me but still the muscular man who had played years in the NFL before retiring and becoming successful in businesses. As his arms enveloped me and lifted me off the floor to give me a heart-melting prolonged kiss, I felt just how odd we had to appear as a pair. He was dark black and a giant compared to my quite white and 5'1" frame. The top of my head just came to his shoulder. The 4-inch heels I word in the office barely made any difference in perception.

He set me down and indicated a chair across from his at the small table. He went to the counter and brought me a large mug of coffee. "I figured you had to be exhausted after yesterday. I hope you slept well," he said as he resettled at the table. I nodded and sipped the coffee while trying to adjust to the situation. "Are you ... are you sore today, Joni?"

I looked up and knew I was blushing. A slut blushing. God ... what a way to begin exploring a possible relationship by reminding both of us about yesterday. Was I sore after fucking and sucking five big black cocks for seven hours followed by the most magnificent sex of my life alone with him and his 12-inch cock?

I sipped more before shyly looking at him. "A little tender only," I confessed.

He gazed at me for a moment and his gaze dropped to my exposed breasts and ... yes, my nipples were hard. Yes, my body reacted to the question of being sore but just seeing him began my arousal anew.

"Just your pussy or your asshole, too? Maybe your jaw? You sucked a lot, too."

My eyes got wide. "Jason!" I exclaimed.

He laughed and reached across the table to take my free hand. "Joni, I meant every word I said last night and still do in the bright light of a new day. I don't feel any different. I wanted to make a point. If we are to consider a personal relationship, it can't be real if we are honest and accepting about everything about each other."

"Like me being a slut and you being the boss who hired me as a slut," I suggested.

"That and more, too," he responded. "You have quite the past life of sex." I nodded. He's right. There is a lot for us to accept about ourselves. "And there are things about my life that aren't pure and clean which led me to invest in porn and erotic themed clubs ... and I will explain those."

He's right about everything. "You're right, Jason. There is a lot to accept and I suspect that will test us. You shocked me last night by expressing your feelings. I have had similar feelings but rejected them given the circumstances of relationship."

"That is good hear, Joni. So ..."

"So, of course, I want to see what happens," I concluded. "And, I assume that spending the weekend with you will be with me naked?"

He smiled. "We don't have the normal social constraints of when to become intimate." I nodded with a smile. "My asking about soreness was of real interest. Joni, I very much want to enjoy ourselves without the constraints of the office."

I smiled, "As I said, I might be a bit tender but not sore and I'm not nearly so tender that would interfere with those plans." He laughed.

"Hungry?" he asked.

"Only for you," I replied.

He smiled and chuckled. "I make a hell of an omelet but I guess that can wait."

I smiled and slid off the chair. Under the table I pulled his cock from his boxers and began the pleasurable effort of sucking him hard. It would be a long while before I had that omelet.