by Candy Quinn
Her teacher was touching himself, his cock already rising back up as he moved to try and guide it towards her mouth. Kurt pulled out of her, leaving her to drool more creamy seed out of her lightly gaping pussy. With the fucking stilled, the library was quiet, and all three of them heard the entrance door swing open as the librarian returned.
In a rush all three had to try and cover up, Kurt the first to tuck in and zip up, running a bit of interference.
“O-oh hey Ms. Kieley,” he said.
Brittany struggled to squeeze her ample breasts back into her top, embarrassment replacing the excited flush on her cheeks. She couldn’t believe how close they’d been to getting caught. Her fingers were trembling, and Mr. Templeton had to help dress her before they rounded out around the bookshelf.
All three of them were subject to odd looks.
She definitely knows, Brittany lamented, shame burning her flesh. And yet... it was also exciting. Having someone else know who she was. What she was.
A slut.
She’d heard the word before, never about herself. But about other girls. Confident girls that didn’t seem to care what people said about them. The kind of girls Brittany always looked up to.
But she didn’t feel that same confidence. Not really. It was something else.
Like just that she knew that the risk was worth the rewards, and anything they said about her could never feel so bad as to outweigh how good those men can make her feel.
“Hi Ms. Kieley,” Brittany said with a little bit of a purr to her voice. “Beautiful day out, isn’t it?”
The stern librarian lifted a brow and watched young Brittany walk on by, with that suspicious, judging stare.
“Yes, it is,” she muttered, before heading back to where they’d just come from, as if she’d find some evidence there.
None of them stuck around to find out if she did, with Mr. Templeton guiding her out back to the bright streets.
She’d gone in there with a purpose, but she walked out with something of both Kurt and Mr. Templeton inside her, and the two men still on either side.
They were more cautious now, Mr. Templeton especially, as he spoke to her lowly.
“Let’s meet up and chat again sometime soon, okay Brittany?” he said with a smile, beginning to turn to leave.
Kurt smiled at her, so adoringly.
“Yeah, we should, uh… we should hang out sometime,” he said, grinning a bit. The daylight was burning, and she still hadn’t made any progress. Her truck was nearby, parked on the side of the road, near to the mayor’s office.
She nodded to them both, her heart pounding in her chest over nearly being caught and the excitement of it all. She could barely believe her day so far, yet she didn’t want it to stop.
But still, she needed to make some progress on finding out who her real father was. She was still eager to connect with him, to find something that had been missing in her life. But as more men touched her, and she was filled with their seed, her quest seemed a little less urgent.
Perhaps the thing that was missing wasn’t a father, so much as it was a man.
She pushed the thought aside, practically skipping towards the mayor’s office. Maybe they’d have some kind of record or archive she could look at!
The hot sun had even permeated the mayor’s office a bit, when she walked on in the front desk was empty, and nobody was around. As she looked about the place, the old furniture, the antique wood, all so well kept, from out of the back office stepped the mayor himself.
He was a towering man, twice her age, at least, but handsome and broad in the shoulders. He wore a simple plaid shirt and jeans, with the buttons down low, showing off his hard chest. He stopped in his tracks, folder in his hands as he stopped by the filing cabinet.
“Well hey there, lil’ missus,” he said with that country twang, his rugged good looks lit up with an uneven smile. “What brings you here? Lookin’ for a job?”
“A job?”
The thought never even occurred to her, and it had thrown her off guard. She glanced around the office, tilting her head at the empty receptionist seat, looking back at him. Would a job help solve her family’s money troubles?
“Are you hiring?” she asked, chipper and feeling a little burst of energy. If she worked in the Mayor’s office, she’d have more time away, and access to all the county records! She might be able to save the farm by hitting two birds with one stone!
He pulled a filing cabinet opening, furrowing his brow with a bit of confusion as he filed away the folder in his hand.
“That ain’t why you came in here?” He asked, turning back around to face her, from behind the desk, one hand on a hip. He was a tall, handsome, older man, and had that natural charm and look of calm confidence about him at all times.
It’s what kept him as mayor.
“You just graduated, and in here you come for the first time ever, so I figured…” he began, then chuckled lowly, before nodding. “Yes, as a matter of fact I am. Old secretary just quit, gonna look after her youngin’s from now on,” he said with a smile.
“What would I have to do? Just help you with the files and phones? I’m good as gold at that! Ma always said I had the neatest handwriting and the sweetest phone voice!”
He grinned warmly at that.
“I can tell that already. Sweetest voice I ever heard in general,” he said before gesturing back to his office. “Wanna come on in then? We can do a lil’ interview,” he remarked cordially, his eyes sliding over her.
The office was big, old fashioned, but striking and well crafted. With a very large oak desk, that he went and stood beside after shutting the door behind them.
“Don’t s’pose you brought a resume since you weren’t lookin’ for a job to begin with, huh?” he asked.
Brittany laughed, shaking her head a little. “Nope, but I can tell ya right now, my Ma taught me since I was a girl, and I always made her and Pa proud with my assignments, and I’ve been helping on the farm since I could first walk.”
He gestured to the chair in front of his desk, then sat himself down on the corner, with one knee raised.
“Sounds real promisin’,” he said with a bright smile, the office hot and a bit stuffy, especially with that door closed. She could make out his chest glistening with a bit of perspiration through his open shirt. “No problem with instructions, I take it?”
“No, sir! I always want to do the best, and you’d never have to tell me twice what you need done. Especially if it’s the difference between a paycheck at the end of the day or not!”
Brittany beamed, her blue eyes glittering as she looked at him, thinking about how proud and relieved her Ma would be for the extra money coming in.
“Well, you’d be a real pretty and peppy face to have ‘round here,” he said in his deep, husky voice, reaching a hand out, brushing the backs of his fingers along her smooth cheek. “Tell me,” he began, licking his lips, “you got a boyfriend? Any plans to settle down and have some kids real soon?” he asked.
Instantly she knew that he didn’t want the same thing that had happened to his old secretary to happen to her, and she shook her head.
“No, sir. I’m single as can be,” she said with a smile, clearly not counting the afternoon’s trysts as a long term, committed affair. They certainly weren’t anyone she was thinking of settling down with. “My real concern right now is just making sure my Ma’s cared for.”
“Well ain’t that sweet,” he said with a broad smile, his fingers brushing along her ear and over her hair momentarily. “Now normally ya gotta come in here with a resume, references and all that…” he began, pausing as he ran his tongue along his lips. “But… you look to me like a girl that’s willin’ to go above and beyond, am I right?” he asked, his voice a bit lower as he looked down at her, studying her ample chest, barely kept in check inside her tight top.
“Of course! I’d have you coffee ready when you come in in the morning, and I’ll lock up after you at nigh
t,” she said with a bright smile and an eager wiggle in her seat. He could be the answer to at least some of her problems, and there was no way she would slack off!
He slid a hand down to her shoulder, grasping it warmly as he smiled.
“What a sweet girl,” he said, taking a deep breath. “There might be times when I need a lil’ extra from you too,” he said, edging to her closer. “Maybe a late night dinner meetin’, just the two of us. Or… dictation in my office. But, I’d make up to ya, with a bit of extra pay, and some time off, whenever ya feel like it… how’s that all sound?” he asks.
Brittany was already bobbing her head up and down before the question was even asked, her breath held in her chest as she felt his hand stroking her skin. He was so close to her now that she could smell his soft, masculine aftershave. She could see that little desirous spark in his eyes.
She swallowed hard.
“I’d like that mighty fine, sir.”
His legs parted before her as he reclined back on the thick, oak desk.
“How about a lil’ demonstration of some dictation, huh? Then the job’s yers,” he said with a big, broad smile, his eyes just devouring her. And that bulge in his jeans was unmistakable with how it throbbed.
Her heart thud against her ribs as she looked at him, her eyes gliding up his body to rest on his eyes.
Was she misreading things?
She brought her fingers to her hair, lightly brushing the blonde tresses behind her ears. Maybe she just had sex on the brain. He was just asking for her to take some dictation. To prove her worth as a secretary.
But then her gaze went back down his body, pausing on that throbbing beneath his denim, and she wasn’t so sure.
“Where should I...?”
“Go on,” he said encouragingly as she stared at his bulge. “Just unzip and… do a lil’ work on it. And I’ll take over guidin’ ya from there,” he said in a deep, even tone, so cocksure. “Or do ya not know how ta start? I can help ya with that too, if ya like… I just thought you were so eager,” he said with a wry grin.
Her breath caught in her throat, her mouth beginning to water. Blood rushed from her head, the pounding of her heart almost audible as she shifted closer to him.
She brought her dainty hand to his lap, finding the zipper and beginning to carefully tug it down, looking him in the eyes all the while.
He reached down, and for a moment she thought he was going to interrupt her, to scold her, but he didn’t.
“That’s it,” he said softly, not looking away from her gaze. His hand instead reached into his jeans pocket, pulling out a roll of twenties. He put them down on the desk beside him. “That’s your startin’ bonus, when we’re done,” he said. “Somethin’ to help you get situated in the job,” his cock rising out of his jeans, covered in only a thin layer of his cotton boxer-briefs.
She couldn’t even be bothered to look at the cash. She was just focused on that thick cock, already so hard and ready for her. She’d not even touched him yet and he was already so turned on. She licked her lips, teeth tugging on the bottom one for a moment before she reached in, freeing him of the confines of his boxers.
His bare skin was hot against her hand, ribbed with throbbing veins, and her hand instinctively wrapped around it. Only then was she able to tear her gaze away, meeting his eyes instead.
His eyes were so intense, filled with desire as he watched her. His cock pulsating wildly, throbbing thicker against her dainty hand, stretching out her grasp a bit more as he reached his full size. He gave a lusty, low groan, his thick, purple tip leaking a bit of precum.
“You like that?” he asked, and she was pretty sure he was talking about his cock. “If you want the job, you’ll be spendin’ a lotta time with it. I assure you.”
Her pink lips stretched into a smile, and she nodded her head again, her words failing her as she looked at his cock with a hunger thrumming within her.
She couldn’t help herself.
She needed to taste it.
She lowered her head, her hair messy and pushed behind her ears, still out of the way, and poked her tiny pink tongue from between her lips, tasting his masculinity on her tongue.
He gave a deep, husky moan as her tongue touched upon his thick, veiny shaft, tasting it for the first time. He took a deep, sharp intake of breath through his teeth, his eyes shutting for a moment to savour her attention.
“That’s one hell of a good girl,” he rasped, his cock pulsating wildly, throbbing with such desire. “You really want this, don’t ya?”
She didn’t answer him, not with words. Instead, her tongue swirled around his swollen shaft as though it were a delicious lollipop. There was a new, beautiful sensation, the texture of his skin against her tongue, the taste of his precum delighting her senses. She didn’t know how to pleasure a man, not like this, but she certainly enjoyed tasting him.
One of his big, strong hands went to her head, stroking her blonde hair, petting her encouragingly as he grunted and moaned. He watched her through narrow slits again, his dick pulsating with such need as he undid the buttons of his shirt, showing off his hard chest, with its thick salt and pepper hair.
“Yeah, you’re new, but you’re enthusiastic,” he husked, helping guide her with his hand to instruct her in how to satisfy him, guiding her mouth up to his tip, then pushing her mouth down around his cock with a deep, long sigh.
It was such a new and different sensation, feeling a man’s cock fill her mouth. It was different all together from him pushing between her legs, but it was so erotic all the same. Knowing how sensitive the ridges of his body are, being able to feel every twitch of his dick, every throb of his heart. His body’s responses were so immediate and so obvious, and she reveled in learning that he liked it when she swiped her tongue just so, teasing the ribbed veins as her throat closed around the head.
This was different than her earlier attempts at sucking dick, which were hasty and in the moment. Now she was able to focus on it, to give his cock her full attention, with his guidance to show her how it’s done. And to savour each moan and grunt she got from him for her specific little tongue maneuvers.
“Mmmm, fuck… yeah, that’s it,” he said deeply, his broad, hard chest heaving. “You’re gonna make a great new secretary,” he said, feeling her saliva coat his dick, and run down to his balls.
Her heart pounded at his compliments, at the excitement that she could maybe make a living at this. Even more than the tedium of secretarial work, she knew this was what would really make the job worth it all, and enjoyable at that.
He was such a handsome man, and the feeling of his arousal... it egged her on. She wanted to make him feel good.
Really good.
She forced herself to take him deeper, as deep as she could until he was cutting off her breath, sealing off her throat as tears sprang to her eyes, excitement humming through her entire body. She wiggled her ass, her pussy throbbing desperately, and she couldn’t help herself. She shifted her body, snaking her fingers in past the waistband of her shorts, finding her wet pussy and plunging two of her fingers inside herself needily.
He watched her, saw her begin to finger her own little wet pussy, able to hear the soft, wet noises as she plunged those digits in and out of her messy cunny. His own cock throbbed in excitement as he watched her youthful enthusiasm.
“We’ll have to get you some professional office attire,” he said amid his throaty moans, his voice so low with pleasure. “High heels… short skirts… panties optional,” he rumbled. “Fuck, you need this dick in that pussy, don’t you? That’s what you’re tryin’ to tell me,” he said with a broad, lascivious grin.
Her body trembled, showing her need and how right he was. She eased off his dick a little, still sucking and licking it with all the enthusiasm she had, her thick saliva coating his stiff member.
“Yes,” she managed to hiss as she finally relinquished his shaft, looking at him with needy eyes. “I need you.”
There wa
s no denying those beautiful blue eyes of hers, and he pushed off the edge of the desk, his cock throbbing. He pushed down his jeans a bit more, to free his heavy, cum-laden balls.
“I won’t be the kinda boss who denies his employee what she needs,” he says with a grin, grasping her hips, guiding her to the desk as they change positions. “Time to bend over, beautiful,” he said, turning her around, sliding his big, strong hands down her sides, tugging her shorts down to reveal her glistening pussy, so messy with her arousal, and all the men she’d been with.
“Damn,” he said with surprise. “You are desperate for this dick,” he said, chalking that sloppy mess of her pussy all up to her desires as he grasps his dick by the base and slides it along her puffy, needy labia.
She practically vibrates against him with excitement, flicking her hair over her shoulder as she looks back at him. She can see him out of the corner of her eyes, and she hungrily looks over his body down to his throbbing cock ready to impale her raw once more.
She swallowed hard, letting out a lusty moan as she pushes back against him, need filling the air.
“Take me,” she purred.
He ran his big, strong hands over her body, feeling her nipped waist, her full hips and ass. He spread her cheeks, then slowly pushed his cock inside her raw, feeling her slick pussy swallow up his hard cock, giving him a tight, warm embrace that caused him to give a satisfied sigh.
What number was he and his cock? It was hard to keep track…
“That’s so damn good,” he said with a sigh, grasping her hips as he began to pump into her, making those ass cheeks rippling with his at first slow thrusts. “Fuck… I could get real used to this every day,” he rumbled.
“Me too,” she said without any thought, the words just tumbling out of her lips. It felt so good to be filled by a man, her tiny pussy clinging to his stiff cock, her arousal fogging her mind. She couldn’t help but pant and moan, her nipples stiff and pressing against her shirt as she ground her ass against his hips.
