DISCLAIMER: All characters appearing in this story are fictitious as they do not exist. Any resemblance to a real person, living or dead is purely coincidental and should not be construed to associate a real person, living or dead with scenes or events described within this story. All of the characters depicted in this story are over the age of 18 and takes place in a world where sexually transmitted diseases/illnesses do not exist. This story is intended for mature audiences only.
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Upstairs in the master bathroom, 22 year old Jennifer Turner took a quick shower to thoroughly wash her clean shaven pussy. She brushed her pearly white teeth and rinsed out the taste of cum with mouthwash. Then she dried her hair and her body and reapplied her makeup. When she was presentable again, she left the bathroom to get dressed. The lights in the large walk-in Californian styled closet turned on as soon as the blonde walked in.
Jenny beamed with excitement as she thought about what to wear. A proper business suit that she had bought for her past interviews crossed her mind. Deep down inside, she wanted to use the knowledge she learned from school, but something told her that Tyrone was not hiring her for her brain. At least, not only for her brain. So she decided against it and opted for something more...appropriate.
Downstairs in the foyer, Stewart and Tyrone were making small talk as they waited for Jenny. With each passing minute, Tyrone noticed that Stewart was becoming increasingly anxious until Stewart finally blurted out, "What the fuck is taking her so long? I'm going to miss my flight!"
"Calm down," Tyrone replied, "You know how women are."
"She's always like this. FUCK! We have to actually
DRIVE
to the airport,
PARK
and get past those TSA idiots." Stewart said. The 35 year old was pacing back and forth with his fist clenched in frustration, "FUCK!"
"
Relax
. There's valet parking there so we'll save time on that." Tyrone said to the impatient white man, "Go fix yourself a scotch or something. I'll see what's taking so long."
Stewart heeded to his neighbor's advice and left the foyer to help himself to a glass of scotch. As he entered the kitchen, he muttered to himself, "Fucking women."
Back upstairs, Jenny had just finished getting dressed when the 6'6" and 250lb black man poked his thick neck through the closet door. Tyrone eyed the 5'6" All-American bombshell from head to toe and walked in like it was his house as he boomed in a deep voice, "DAMN girl."
Jenny had put her blonde hair into a tight French twist. The attire she wore consisted of a white top worn under a gray button up blazer. The blazer was cinched tight around her trim waist and it was straining to contain her 36D breasts on her 110lb frame. The button that held the blazer together looked like it was going to pop any second from all the pressure.
Jenny had a matching gray flounce pencil skirt that fit tightly around her 23 inch waist and showed off her tight ass. The skirt was pulled taut across her firm ass. The hem flared out under her round ass and only reached an inch below the top of her black lace stockings. The flounced hem looked like it could float up whenever she moved. If she walked fast enough or if it was windy, the tops of her lacy black thigh-high stockings and the matching garter straps connected from her garter belt would be exposed to anyone that was looking. The outfit was finished off with a pair of patent black Louboutin Lady Peep stilettos that had 5" heels.
"You like?" Jenny asked, quickly twirling around for her black neighbor. Sure enough, the hem of her skirt floated up and even gave him a glimpse of her black g-string underneath the ridiculously short business skirt.
"I like the skirt," Tyrone grinned approvingly, "turn around and bend over for a second."
Jenny only bent over slightly and her skirt was already riding up. Her firm tanned, buns were exposed and were split down the middle by a thin black string. The g-string held Jenny's pussy like a little pouch, framed by her tanned thighs and tops of the black lace stockings.
"What's with the jacket?" Tyrone asked. They were in California and it seemed rather warm this time of year for a jacket.
"Oh come on, I have to at least LOOK like I'm going to an interview." Jenny said. She had to cover up her top or else Stewart might start asking questions. She could get away with the skirt since almost all her skirts were short. But the top was too...risqué. She stood up straight and peeled back her blazer, letting it slide it off her arms and onto the floor. "This isn't exactly appropriate for an '
interview
' is it?"
Tyrone's eyes instantly focused in on Jenny's halter top, if it could be called a top. It was more like a white satin cloth draped over her tits and tied around the back of her neck. That was it. The top did not cover her back or wrap around her sides. It just draped over her large, round breasts and tapered off at her belly button. The cowl neck line and the way the satin cascaded over her tits allowed anyone to see Jenny's tanned skin from her neck and almost down to her flat stomach.
"Depends on the interview." Tyrone smiled at the two little tents made by Jenny's erect nipples. "Grab your jacket, we gotta go, your boy's losing his shit downstairs."
"I'll wait for you guys in the car." Tyrone and Jenny heard Stewart holler from downstairs.
"OK honey." Jenny chirped in reply to Stewart. She handed a business card to Tyrone and said softly, "And that's for you,
SIR
."
Jenny bent over at her waist to pick up her blazer. The halter top hung off her neck and she gave Tyrone a view down her top. He smiled, obviously enjoying the view of her tits. She stood up and slid on her blazer while Tyrone examined the card.
The card was a close up picture of a woman's ass against a black background. Or more accurately, Jenny's bare ass tilting up the air in a doggy style position against a black background. There was a python that slid over from her lower back and down between her ass cheeks. The python's head covered all her naughty bits and acted as a natural censor. Jenny's hand was between her thighs under the python's head. She was holding onto a red apple as though she were tempting the python. There was no phone number, email or any kind of contact information.
Tyrone flipped the card over and on the back was a QR code. He used his phone to scan the code and it took him to link to download an app called "Sluice" onto his phone. As he was downloading the mysterious app, he asked, "What is it?"
"It controls this." Jenny explained, holding up a black rabbit vibrator. But it wasn't just any rabbit vibrator, it was custom designed.
One of the engineering frats in college designed it for her. It had the appearance of any other rabbit vibrator. It had a vibrator for the clit and a rotating dildo for the pussy. The difference was that once inserted, it sat flush without any protruding handle. There was no need for a handle since it was wirelessly controlled by the app. The guys nicknamed it the Sluice because it literally controlled how wet Jenny's pussy got. It was also a play on the words "slut" and "juice."
Whenever Jenny came, her tight pussy would firmly squeeze on anything it was wrapped around, forcing the object out or giving the lucky cock a massage with her velvety cunt muscles. But the Sluice managed to stay on for the ride -- most of the time -- because it was designed to snuggly wedge her clit between the vibrator and the rotating shaft. The guys had lots of fun watching her hide her orgasms during class. Heck, a few of the faculty members were in on it too. So she had it inside her pretty much whenever she was on campus.
"It's my calling card...so to speak. There's an app that you need to download first." Jenny explained. She slipped the Sluice inside her and adjusted her g-string so that it fit snugly over the curved end of the lewd toy. Then, smoothing out her skirt, she headed towards the door.
