It was two years since Lynne had graduated magna cum laude with a major in Modern American Literature. She'd met George, an unemployed drifter, in a bar and it was lust from the first night. George had done several stretches in jail and when her wealthy parents learned of the relationship, they cut off all contact. Lynne found herself uniquely unqualified to work and after a few temping assignments, where her terrible keyboard and phone handling skills did not earn her many assignments, she ended up as a checkout clerk in a grocery store. Meanwhile, George was content to laze around in the modest apartment they shared, taking the lion's share of her weekly paycheck while complaining that it was meager.
1. The first thing that Lynne felt was a warm feeling between her thighs. She stirred gently in her sleep, and moaned softly. The feeling grew more real and insistent. This was a very vivid dream, she thought. She came awake very slowly, and gradually became aware of George's head between her thighs and his tongue gently teasing her vulva.
'Oh, God, its almost nine,' she cried, suddenly sharply awake, 'I'm going to be late and Mr. Bledsoe will kill me... '
'Relax, baby,' George said soothingly, 'All in good time. '
He returned to working on her crotch. He now became rougher, but was amazingly adept. His tongue raced around her thick nether lips and found her clitoris unerringly. Within a minute she was gasping again, this time more quickly and sharply. Wordless cries came from her mouth. Within another minute, she began to come. He slowed, but did not stop. She was arching her back and bucking as she came, but his grip on her thighs remained firm and his tongue did not lose contact.
The next thing she knew, his hot musky breath was on her neck and she felt his hard manhood at her crotch. He entered her without ceremony, not gently, but with a smooth thrust. He was huge, both thick and long, bigger than anyone she had had before. She was very tight on him and stripped back his foreskin effortlessly. He was six inches into her with his first thrust, another two with his second and entered her with practised ease completely only with his third.
He began to piston her, with a hard, driving rhythm and now her cries were loud and unrestrained. She began ascending to a second climax very quickly and just as she felt its contractions engulf her, she felt the flood of thick, hot, viscous semen shoot into her womb and fill her. He kept pounding at her in short stabs for another minute before he slowed and stopped. He withdrew gradually and she felt his thick come slowly sliding down her thighs like lava. Her fingers fluttered down and she felt herself wet from belly to lower thigh.
His face rested between her full breasts. 'Can't let you go to work unless you're well fucked,' he grinned.
She rolled her eyes. 'I'm really going to pay for this,' she said.
2. As soon as she go to work, Mr. Bledsoe, came by her station. 'Get someone to relieve you and come back to the stock room,' he said curtly.
'You mean your office...?' she began.
'The stock room,' he repeated, sharply.
She nodded miserably. He was waiting in the stock room with his back to her. He swung around as the door to the stock room swung shut.
'I'm afraid I'm going to have to fire you, Lynne,' he said.
'No, please Mr. Bledsoe,' she pleaded, 'I really need this job. George isn't working at the moment... '
