“You can’t spend the rest of your life being a gofer for a group of spoilt mums. This is a golden opportunity, you have to go.” Bernadette told him sternly.
Bernadette was lecturing him while she lay on the desk at our Boy Scout den, her skirt crumpled up around her waist, her top pushed up around her neck, her bra and panties on the floor.
A sheen of sweat shone on her stomach as Richard’s tongue licked down from her tits to enter her hot moist cunt.
“Oh Christ that’s lovely” she moaned, “Can you taste both our juices?”
Richard’s mouth was full so he didn’t answer.
Bernadette grabbed a handful of his jet black hair and pulled his head up,” listen to me you young bastard.”
His mouth wet with their combined secretions and a gleam in his eye he answered,
“The mixture down here is positively fabulous, the smell and taste of your well fucked cunt, must be the worlds greatest aphrodisiac.” With that his head pulled away as he again stuck his face between her legs.
“Oh you young bugger,” she laughed. “I meant talk to me about the possibility of a job with Rebecca and Robert.”
Within seconds her complaints were quickly forgotten, She started to buck and moan, for he had captured her erect clitoris between his teeth, and his tongue was lashing it lovingly.
Later as they looked around for their hurriedly discarded clothing and got dressed, she told him, “This opportunity with Rebecca is one in a lifetime.”
“They don’t have kids. He’s old and drinks too much.” “There’s no one to take over the business when they retire.” “After meeting you during the governor’s visit they think you may be the young man they need.”
She turned to unlock the office door, “Robert has offered you a three weeks trial as Personal assistant to Rebecca and himself. When you go there today, tell them you will be pleased and proud to work for them.”
“If it doesn’t work out then you’ve lost nothing.” “Don’t worry about the scouts; I’ll look after your work with the mums for you.” “So go for it.”
Seizing the opportunity as she fumbled with the door, he ran one hand around her waist and the other up under her skirt pushing her thong aside and fingered her welcoming bum.
She threw her head back, turning so he could kiss her,” My god you’ve changed my life. “I think I’m becoming a nymphomaniac.”
He laughed, working his finger harder.
“Really I can’t get enough of you.” Bernadette said, as she bucked back against his finger. “You’ve got me dreaming of you every day. Even my husband’s starting to wonder what’s come over me, when I’m horny every night.”
Later as Melissa took his prick deep in her mouth sucking the last of his dwindling cum down her throat, Richard mused, “Bernadette won’t be able to look after the Boy Scout mums for me.” .
His regular visits to a number of mums to check cookie production and to collect cookies for distribution provided both he and the mums with opportunities to enjoy regular uninterrupted sex.
The mothers made sure his visits were timed so that their husbands or kids were not around.
Seeing the husbands were paying him to “look after the wives,” he had devised a roster that ensured that he had a number of opportunities for blow jobs before and after college.
He licked his lips in anticipation as he approached his last call before lunch. His prick stirred, as he thought of the big earthy Greek body of the woman who had taken him under her wing, and taught him how to pleasure women.
Angelique did not fit the mould of a rich bored Boy Scout mum. Her body was not that of a fashion model. Hers was that of his big earth mother.
Locked in her arms, tight against her big brown body, he had learnt much about women, sex, and love.
This morning her nose twitched as she sniffed the air on his arrival, “you’ve been fucking.” Taking his hands while she kissed him, she stopped him from fingering her. “It’s a big day today, we don’t want you reeking of sex especially some other woman’s sex,” she said as she sucked his straining prick clean.
“Now remember,” Angelique warned much later, as she pushed him out the door, “be on your best behaviour, remember your manners, treat her like a queen, and make her believe she is the most beautiful woman in the room.”
Richard was waiting in the lobby talking to two of his younger mums when Rebecca arrived. He introduced them and felt a chill in the air as they said their goodbyes and left.
Rebecca in her tight wool skirt, neck high white silk blouse and double breasted reefer jacket complete with gold buttons looked magnificent.
He took her arm, proudly escorting her to her seat at a table on the first floor overlooking the city square.
As lunch progressed Rebecca responded to his questioning opening up about herself and Robert.
“My early days were spent in all girl boarding schools, my parents had no time for an only child as they developed a thriving business,” she told him without any rancour.
“Robert’s much older than me; he too is an only child from much the same background, with parent’s busy making money, he too was left to tutors and governesses, or boarding school.”
“We regularly met before we were married, because his family and mine owned the states top manufacturing businesses and sat on boards and government committees together.”
“If they went to conferences during holiday periods, when we were home from school or college, we were dragged along.”
“We naturally drifted together; our marriage was strongly supported by our parents, for it cemented their businesses into one major group.”
She was very direct, questioning him at length about his family, his studies and .his sports.” “What else do you do with yourself,” she asked “what about a girlfriend.” He blushed thinking how do I answer this, “No girlfriend, I don’t have time with my other activities.”
He was becoming embarrassed “I don’t like very young girls and the girls at college seem immature.” he explained
Rebecca noticing his discomfort went on “I asked those questions because my personal assistant will travel with me and work rather odd hours.
I like to pay visits to our factories throughout the state and visit the farms that sell their produce to our plants. I generally visit in the afternoons staying overnight before returning.
Back at her office building, she introduced him to her staff before telling him,” Let’s give it a three weeks trial, if you shape up we will talk long term commitments.”
Rebecca was pleasant to work with, she was efficient, knew the business intimately, telling him about the management structure, as they travelled around the city to visit factories.
“I run the business, Robert plays golf, drinks scotch and gambles on the horses, he leaves business to me, and I love it,” she said as she spied him studying her legs and straightened her skirt.
“I love the trappings of power, the privacy and convenience of our chauffer driven limo, our private jet, my city apartment.”
“I love dancing and fine dinner parties, Robert doesn’t dance. He hits the scotch bottle too hard to enjoy dinner parties.” “Part of your work will be to accompany me to official dinners, especially when we visit the state capital this week.”
As the first few days passed Richard found himself drawn to her. Under the facade of a super efficient business woman in full control, he sensed a different more fragile Rebecca, one that responded to his good manners and his flattery.
Their visit to the States Capital involved extremely busy days and a string of evening social engagements. Each night after the official functions they would return to their hotel. “I’m taking you dancing tonight,” he told her after their dinner party ended early. “Our hotel has a night club, I’ll be at your door in thirty minutes,” he said as he headed for his room.
Right on time he knocked on the door of her suite, holding a small corsage behind his back. She opened the door inviting him in, walking ahead of him to the couch.
“I don’t feel like dressing up again,” she said as she turned and saw the corsage. “Oh how sweet” she cried. Richard watched as she raised the orchid to smell its scent, before moving to kiss him on the cheek, “you really are a lovely young man, you make me feel special the way you care for me.”
He turned his head so her kiss ended up on his lips. Her mouth opened slightly in surprise as his tongue flitted quickly in and out. He could have sworn that she was going to kiss him back,
Regaining control, she pushed him over to the settee asking.” Can I get you a drink?”
While she was getting the drink he went to the suites TV and music system. “They have CD and DVD players so there must be some discs,” he said as he opened a cupboard under the sound system.
“Yes here they are, Golden oldies, wartime hits with Glen Miller and his band, or what about this one called The Waltz, that should be good to dance to?” he cried.
Rebecca returned with the drinks, “what are you doing?” she asked “If you don’t want to go out dancing, we can slip our shoes off and dance on the carpet or over there on the tiles.” He explained as he wrapped his arms around her a swung her round the floor.
“Stop it, you’ve made me spill the drinks,” she said laughing at his antics.
Since the night of the Governors dinner he had had an idea in the back of his mind that he could seduce Rebecca. Dancing after the dinner party she had told him she wanted a discreet young man. From those and other words plus her body language, he had gained the impression that she might be looking for a fling.
Tonight as he went back to his room he had to revise that idea. She had talked business incessantly, creating a situation where he never had a chance to change the subject, let alone lay a hand on her.
What a difference the next evening. “Let’s go to the night club” she suggested when their limousine arrived at their hotel “I’ll get changed, pick me up in an hour.”
