"Ooooh, Mr. Kramer. Your prick's still so stiff! I think it's plenty hard enough to push up my pussy now, even if my cunt is awfully tight. Do you feel like lying on top of me now, Mr. Kramer, and giving my tight little cunt a good fucking?"
Kramer nodded his head eagerly. By that time, the joy she'd derived from the cocksucking had made Cheryl's cunt so wet that her whole panty crotch area felt sticky with oozing cunt juice. The big-titted teenager slid sideways on the floor, still staring at Mr. Kramer's boner as she wriggled out of her panties.
"Better take your pants off the rest of the way, Mr. Kramer. You're not going to be able to fuck very well with your slacks bunched around your knees like that."
Kramer did as she suggested, staring transfixedly at her spectacular, naked body as he stripped nude from the waist down. By then, Cheryl was lying on her back on the rug with her legs spread wide, her knees hovering over her shoulders as she completely opened up her curly-haired pussy for the invasion of a big, hard prick.
"Hurry up and lie on top of me, Mr. Kramer! My pussy needs a good fucking really bad!"
Again, Kramer did as he was told. He held his cock in his hand as he mounted her, nudging its spongy tip between the pouting lips of her moist, swollen, itchy-for-fucking cunt. Cheryl raised her head, watching the veined prick shaft boring into her. Her pretty, youthful face contorted with pleasure as she felt her pussy hole stretching wide to suck around the big, womb-probing prick.
"Oh, Mr. Kramer! Unggggh! You really do have a big one! Unnngggh! Fuck my pussy, Mr. Kramer! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck my juicy cunt!"
Kramer was securely in position above her, bracing his shoulders on straight arms, every inch of his mammoth fucker throbbing deep inside her buttery, clinging pussy channel. Then the man started humping furiously, surprising Cheryl with his skill and energy as he worked his muscular ass cheeks up and down, steadily pounding her drippy little pussy hole with the in-out thrusts of his prick.
"Unngggh! Oh, Mr. Kramer! You're fucking my pussy good, Mr. Kramer! Harder now! Fuck my pussy, fuck my horny little pussy! Oh, shit, oh, fuck, my pussy needs a good cum!"
Cheryl whipped her blushing ass cheeks frantically off the floor, her giant tit melons undulating spongily as she rhythmically fucked her glove-tight pussy onto his prick. Kramer let his arms bend, now supporting his weight on his elbows as his cock kept fucking in and out of her cunt. Soon he was fucking her much harder than before, their bellies slapping sweatily together as he drilled his freshly jizz-laden pisser into her pussy as hard as he could.
"Fuck my cunt, Mr. Kramer, fuck my horny cunt!"
Cheryl cocked her thighs higher, scissoring her ankles together high across his back. Then she started humping and wiggling in a frenzy of fucking passion, tirelessly thrusting her spasming, juice-oozing pussy onto the cunt pleasing length of his cock.
"Unngggh! Love your big cock, Mr. Kramer! Oh, fuck, you're making me cum with it! Unngggh! Fuck my pussy, fuck my horny little pussy! Ahhhh, cumming now!"
Her pussy erupted in a series of uncontrollable spasms, milking and nursing around his fucker, holding the cockshaft deep inside her body as the musky-smelling fuck oils spewed uncontrollably out of her pussy slit. Kramer kept fucking the piss out of her, now sprawled flat on her naked body, clutching her hips as he relentlessly rammed his giant fuck-shaft in and out of her cunt.
"I'm cumming, too!" he gasped. "Take it… tak… take it…" He collapsed between her thighs, nailing his prick to the hilt in the cum-spasming sheath of her pussy. Then a gigantic second load of cum gushed out of his stiff fuck-organ, spraying and spewing non-stop into the gooey depths of Cheryl's well-fucked cunt. Cheryl whimpered with delight, wriggling beneath him, feeling the sticky white cum basting the insides of her pussy. Hornily, she flexed her fucking muscles around the long, fat, cum-shooting cock, helping the employment agent to shoot out every delicious drop.
"Okay, Mr. Kramer," she panted, when she finally felt his prick getting soft. "Now you have to keep your end of the bargain. Where do I get to look for a job?"
"Muh-muh-Metro Industries," Kramer moaned, panting the words on her shoulder. "I'll call personnel tomorrow, set you up with an interview. They… they must have something. They're the biggest employer in the whole fucking town!"
"Well, gosh, Mr. Kramer!" In spite of herself, Cheryl felt irritated. "Why didn't you tell me about this Metro Industries before?"
"Because I'm using up a favor, that's why!"
Kramer pulled his wilting prick out of her pussy, absentmindedly wiping the sticky tip off on her inner leg. Cheryl shook her head and gazed disgustedly at the ceiling as she felt the sticky white jism dribbling back out of her hairy cunt.
It wasn't what you knew, it was who you fucked!
CHAPTER FOUR
"I-I guess… didn't do all that great on the typing test, huh?" Cheryl mumbled.
"No, you didn't," Bill Wayne agreed. He was the personnel director at Metro Industries.
"I really can type around fifty words per minute sometimes," Cheryl said hastily. "Once in a while I can, anyhow. It's really just a matter of getting used to the keyboard. I mean, if I'd just been used to the keyboard, I think…"
"Thirty words per minute," Bill Wayne interrupted, "is a long way from fifty."
Bill Wayne leaned back in the swivel chair behind his desk, still studying Cheryl's typing test, frowning at it. Cheryl squirmed miserably and tried to keep herself from getting discouraged. In the two days that had elasped since her "interview" with Mr. Kramer, she'd felt herself putting a bigger and bigger stake on her prospects with Metro Industries. She really needed to get a job here. It was the biggest employer in town, and everyone else had been slamming doors in her face.
"Maybe there's an entry-level secretarial position somewhere in Metro Industries that I…"
"With thirty words per minute typing speed?" Wayne shook his head.
He was a handsome enough guy, Cheryl thought, big and husky-looking and about thirty-five years old, but she supposed it wasn't surprising that the director of personnel had such a quick knack for acting like an asshole.
"Sorry. That's just too slow. No way," he said.
Cheryl heaved a deep sigh. "Then isn't there some job you could help me find here? I mean, I'm really kind of desperate, Mr. Wayne. I really need a job!"
Wayne leaned back in his chair again, folding his arms behind his head and studying Cheryl with narrowed eyes and pursed lips.
Something's gonna happen, Cheryl thought. And she wasn't disappointed. The personnel director lowered his gaze slightly but significantly, obviously treating himself to an eyeful of the pretty blonde teenager's enormous tits.
"I could use a personal secretary," he said.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. A personal secretary." He took a long look around his private office, down the hall and completely separate from the bustling personnel pool Cheryl had walked through when she'd arrived for her interview. "A secretary just for me, personally. Type my letters for me, take phone calls for me." He gestured to a small desk in the corner. "You could work right there, just fine."
"But…" Cheryl took a deep breath, already sure of what was coming. "I guess I don't understand, Mr. Wayne. You already said that my typing speed's not that great, and there are all those other girls in the steno pool I saw…"
Suddenly the personnel director's face broke into a broad, leering grin. "Let's just say they don't have the right qualifications, Cheryl." He looked at her giant tits again. "I think you do, though. As a matter of fact, I've been waiting for a cute little girl like you to come along for quite some time now."