Janet pressed her mouth on Karen's fuck opening, shuddering as she tasted the musky stickiness of Karen's wet little pussy. Karen stared down in shock and growing excitement, watching Ms. Chase wiggling her face between her legs, rubbing her face all over her sticky, oozing pussy.
"Ummmm!" Janet moaned, and thrust out her tongue, sluicing it up and down between the flowering folds of Karen's fuck slit.
Janet raised her hands, delicately peeling apart the petals of her cunt, exposing the glistening pinkness within. Then she started licking Karen's wet little pussy in earnest, slurping and sucking, tonguing the fragrant fuck juices from the depths of Karen's cunt.
"Unngggh! Oh, shit, Ms. Chase!" Karen's enormous tits started bouncing and jiggling again as she eagerly fucked her hips off the couch, thrusting her wet, aching cunt on her new boss' lips. "That's making my pussy feel real good, Ms. Chase! Unngggh! Oh, shit, lick my pussy! Lick my pussy good, Ms. Chase, my pussy needs a good cum."
Janet moaned and panted on Karen's throbbing pussy, obviously loving the taste of her new assistant's cunt. She continued to hold Karen's pussy hole open, making little kissing sounds as she swabbed and lapped the sensitive fuck slit with her sliding, sluicing tongue. Gradually her tongue moved higher, caressing Karen's sensitive little clitty. Karen immediately bucked as if she'd been shot, her giant tits shimmying wildly as she thrust her wet, hairy pussy onto Ms. Chase's lips.
"Put your fingers in me!" she panted. She pushed her hands down, impatiently pulling the dentist's wrists away, now spreading her pussy lips open with her own fingers so Ms. Chase would have her hands free. "Unngggh! Finger fuck my cunt, Ms. Chase! Oh, shit, my pussy's so hot and itchy! I need a good cum!"
Janet straightened her fingers, gooshing them into the narrow, spuming interior of Karen's hot, aching pussy hole. Then she started jacking them rapidly in and out, pleasuring Karen's cunt like a long, thrusting dick.
Karen's clit was quickly swollen now, throbbing and tingling with her need for a good cum. At last, the lesbian dentist took the sensitive nub between her lips. She sucked it gently but forcefully, puckering her cheeks around it, slurping on the fat little clit like a tiny prick.
"Gonna cum!" Karen gasped. "Unnggh! Oh, fuck, oh, shit, suck my pussy, suck my horny pussy! Gonna cum, Ms. Chase! Oh, shit, oh, fuck, cumming, cuummmiiinnnggg!"
Karen bucked her buns frantically off the couch, fucking her wet, cum-throbbing pussy on the dentist's mouth and fingers. Janet eagerly kept sucking and jacking, guiding the naked brunette through the fury of her cum. The spasms didn't subside for over a half minute. At last Janet raised her head, smiling happily as she licked the droplets of pussy juice from the corners of her mouth.
Karen sighed wearily and smiled back. But already she knew, deep down inside, that it was time to look for another job.
Gosh, it just wasn't fair! She'd made it through the dental school and everything, and she still couldn't find anybody who'd take her seriously! It almost made her want to get breast reduction surgery or something!
Wasn't there some dentist somewhere in town who would treat her like something more than a pair of huge, suckable tits?
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Well, your grades are just excellent." Tall, handsome, twenty-eight-year-old Hank Armstrong nodded with satisfaction as he sat behind the desk in his little office, looking at Karen's grade transcripts. "I see that you did well in the Nutrition course as well."
"If you call a B doing well," Karen said, a little nervously.
She was nervous because Mr. Armstrong was so good looking. Karen squirmed in the chair facing his desk, trying to look as businesslike as possible. Two days had passed since her interlude with Ms. Chase, and she was within a week of running entirely out of money.
And now here she was in a job interview with one of the handsomest men she'd ever seen. His office wasn't much, but Karen already knew that Hank Armstrong was just the kind of person she wanted to work for. For one thing, be was the only person so far who'd taken her at all seriously as a career woman!
"I think a B in Nutrition is excellent," Mr. Armstrong was saying. "It's the one course most dental assistants slough off in. It shows you were really committed to your studies."
"I… I guess I tried to be."
"Well, then…" Armstrong sighed, leaned back in the chair and folded his hands behind his head. "If you want the job, Karen, you might as well consider yourself hired. I'm not sure how much I can offer you, though. This is strictly a one man operation, after all… and I'll admit that the main reason I'm hiring a dental assistant…" he sighed good naturedly, "… is that it might make me look more professional to my customers. Frankly, the customers have been a little hard to come by."
"That's all right," Karen said, and smiled with warm relief. This time she thought her luck was getting better for sure!
Mr. Armstrong, Karen soon realized, definitely wasn't making a fortune with his practice. His apartment consisted of two rooms behind his office, and his car was an ailing twenty year old sedan. But, he paid her on time, and even volunteered to advance her first check to her when he learned how financially strapped she was.
It only took a few days for Karen to realize she was having a problem with her new boss she hadn't anticipated. She was sort of falling in love with him!
"Bills, bills, bills," Armstrong said. He was sitting at his desk again, late in the afternoon, staring at the invoices and forms strewn across the blotter. Karen stood behind him, looking over his shoulder, trying to sneak glances at his crotch.
"I know what you mean," she said helpfully.
"Bills for equipment, bills for insurance, bills for rent…" Armstrong sighed. "I never thought it was going to be like this when I applied to dentistry school."
"I understand."
Karen raised her hands and started rubbing his shoulders. It was, she thought, a big change in roles for her. Mr. Armstrong had been a perfect gentleman from the very beginning; she'd only caught him staring at her huge milkers a couple of times.
The only problem was, she didn't want him to be a gentleman anymore! She wanted him to fuck the shit out of her!
"If I could just get that steady client base," Armstrong sighed. "That's what's important. All physicians and dentists know that. The base of clients who come in year after year, who fill up the appointment book. If I can just stay in business until I get that."
"Your muscles sure feel tense, Mr. Armstrong."
Karen kept rubbing his muscular shoulders, deliberately stepping close enough to press her huge knockers against his back. She peeked at his crotch over his shoulder again, but she couldn't tell if his cock was getting stiff yet. Damn those baggy pants!
"That's nice of you to rub my shoulders like that, Karen."
"That's all right, Mr. Armstrong." Then Karen took a deep breath, her heartbeat quickening as she wondered if it were time to be bold. Yes, she decided, it was. This was the first time she'd ever had to come on to a man like this, but one thing was for certain: no guy had ever not wanted to fuck her yet!
"You know, Mr. Armstrong, I'll bet I know something that would make you feels lot better than a lousy ol' backrub," Karen purred.
"Oh, really? What's that?"
"Turn your chair this way and I'll show you."
Armstrong did as she asked, twisting the chair away from the desk, apparently not thinking anything of it. Then his mouth dropped open as his busty new assistant suddenly dropped to her knees in front of him, spreading his knees apart, raising her hands and fondling his crotch.
"Karen!"
"See, Mr. Armstrong?" Karen giggled. "I told you I know something to make you feel better?"
Armstrong just stared, obviously so shocked that he could hardly believe his eyes. Karen undid his belt, then swiftly unzipped his slacks. She grabbed two belt loops and then yanked his pants off with his jockey shorts, pulling the crumpled clothes completely off over his shoes before looking at his crotch again. "Oh, Mr. Armstrong!"