Author's note: This story, while wholly self-contained, can be considered a sequel of sorts, as it references characters and events already described in its sister story, "Share and Share Alike," available on this very site.
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I've always knotted my ties just a tad too tightly. I wanted nothing more than to take the damn thing off already, but that's generally not the way to pass a job interview successfully. I redoubled my efforts to ignore the chafing around my neck and focus my full attention on the interview. As far as job interviews go, this was going pretty well. Interrogating me was one Jill Croft, self-proclaimed "HR lackey".
Jill was sexy as hell, mid-20s, with big brown eyes behind black-framed glasses. Chocolate brown hair settled on her shoulders, framing a shyly pretty face. A slim line of cleavage peeked out of her dress, hinting at the perfect C-cups nestled just out of sight. She was perfectly professional but I thought I was detecting a bit of veiled flirting going on. Smart enough to know better, I stayed on my best behavior, knowing that it was very likely part of the interview, designed to catch potential HR nightmares before they were hired. Still, we passed a bit of pleasant banter in between the usual questions, and I left the interview with a genuine smile on my face.
As I walked out of the office building however, reality snuck back in and I tried to ignore the growing knot of frustration in my stomach. I'd been out of college since late May, and having taken the summer off for one last bit of fun, I had hit the pavement hard in my search for full-time gainful employment. I was still living out of my folks' house in my small hometown, so any worthwhile job opportunities required a drive to one of the relatively nearby cities.
I found my car in the parking lot outside the office building, and sat inside, letting out a sigh as I plopped myself on the driver's seat, rethinking my choice of major for, well, let's just say not the first time ever. I turned the key in the ignition, buckled my seatbelt, and drove off. With a reasonably long highway drive ahead of me, my mind wandered as I settled into auto-pilot.
As it often does, my mind wandered to sex. The old adage of "the more you have it, the more you want it" certainly rang true for me. The problem was that it hadn't been with women. Sexy Jill had reminded me of what I'd been missing. I imagined what those pale breasts looked like freed from the dress's confines, how her nipples would react to my fingers and suckling kisses. In my mind, I could taste her pussy as my tongue flicked between the lips; I could feel the same lips parting wetly as my rigid cock sunk head first into her... I sighed. Dress slacks do not hide a boner well and I was sporting one pretty fierce. It was going to be a long drive home.
Not that I had been entirely celibate. Being bisexual allows for double the fun, as they say. Beginning with my adventure with Max and Steve at the Masonic Lodge, I'd had a pretty active summer so far. I had been seeing quite a bit of both of them; occasionally the three of us would meet up for a repeat of that fateful afternoon (usually after a round of golf), but usually I would see them separately. In general I might see Max once a week. He'd text or shoot me an IM if he saw me online, and we'd meet up at the Lodge if it was unoccupied, or have a quick hookup behind the dark tinted windows in the back seat of his SUV. He'd have his long uncut cock out before the doors were barely closed, already at attention, and I'd get right to work on slurping a load out while he moaned quietly, happy to sit back and let me service him as I saw fit.
Steve, on the other hand, was a different animal. For one, he would not mess around in a car. Dominant by nature, he demanded a thorough servicing, however long it took, so our encounters took place almost entirely in the safety of the Lodge, save once when his wife was away for a few days. Frankly, I had come to prefer my encounters with Steve over those with Max. While Max's long nine-incher was nice, Steve's thick seven inches and bulbous head provided the perfect cock for sucking. Also, even though I'm more on the dominant side with women, I prefer the submissive role with men, so Steve's more aggressive nature suited me more than Max's passive attitude. Something I liked about Steve was that in public, we were equals and friends. Once we were behind closed doors however, I was simply "cocksucker", a dichotomy that turned me on to no end.
Now, what Steve didn't know -and I prayed he never found out- was that earlier in the summer I had fucked his daughter. Haley was 20 years old, and took after her mother physically, being quite slim and pretty. Generally, I like my women a bit thicker, but I'm never one to pass up an opportunity.
Steve had introduced me to her as one of his new golf buddies, as of course, no one could know about our secret encounters. The few times I had met her we had chatted casually, and I could tell she thought I was cute, although clearly she was off limits being Steve's daughter. I did think she was cute as well, though. She seemed shy, but as I would soon find out, she had just a touch of a wild side.
One night, we ran into each other at a party thrown by a friend of mine. I'm assuming she came as someone else's guest since I was fairly certain we didn't run in the same circles. We chatted and drank together for much of the party; it was clear that she didn't know too many other people. She became more flirtatious as the night wore on, and I became increasingly bolder as the beers added up. It wasn't long before we were in the middle of a heated make out session, our tongues intertwined while my hands found their way up under her bra to squeeze her small perky tits. Not to be outdone, one of her own hands had found its way to the growing hardness in my jeans, and with that it was time to find more private accommodations.
I led her to my car which was parked off street nearby, but enough away from any streetlights to provide some measure of privacy. Once the doors were locked and interior lights off, it was only a moment before my pants were off and she was gobbling hungrily on my stiff six inches. It was clearly not her first time, as she worked my rod with abandon, taking me to the hilt with each bob of her head. I wondered briefly what she would think if she knew that I had been swallowing her father's cock with the same gusto for weeks prior.
As great as her cocksucking skills were, I needed pussy. I pulled my engorged dick out of her mouth and reached for my wallet to retrieve the rubber I had inserted earlier that evening, just in case. Thankful that I had found a use for it, I tore open the wrapper and unrolled it down over my raging hardon. Meanwhile, she had stripped completely, the nipples on her tiny tits hard as glass in the moonlight. Neither one of us being particularly tall, it was reasonably comfortable to lay down in the back seat, her below me as I spread her thighs and slipped my condom-covered cock into her. Her eager snatch was wonderfully tight, but so wet that my cock had little trouble working its way deep. I fucked her missionary for a bit, slow at first, savoring the long strokes, watching as my rod disappeared into her hot quim with each pump. She moaned as I leaned closer to lick and suck her sensitive breasts. Shortly, she motioned me to stop for a moment, as she turned over and breathed, "fuck me doggy", and I gladly obliged. I gripped her hips and enjoyed the view as my cock slid back into her pussy, even tighter now with the change in position. Now I fucked her hard, her moans and squeals encouragement as my balls slapped satisfyingly against her thighs with each thrust. As best I could in the cramped quarters of the back seat, I reached around to diddle her clit with a finger while my cock continued to drill deep. She couldn't take much of that, and I soon heard her squeals intensify and felt her pussy spasm as her orgasm shuddered through her body. I slowed my pounding just a moment while she caught her breath before resuming. As I finally began to feel the urge to come growing, I took a chance and told her I wanted to cum in her mouth. To my surprise, she turned over and pulled the rubber off my throbbing cock, taking it back in her mouth with the same eagerness as before. A mere moment later I was in ecstasy as she swallowed my milky seed as I unloaded several spurts down her throat.
We spent the next few moments gathering our clothing and ourselves. We talked, and agreed that it was probably for the best to keep this a one-time thing. We both knew Steve could never know. After, we walked back to the party to sober up a little before heading home. On the few occasions we ran into each other afterward, it was always friendly and cordial, and I soon figured the secret was safe forever.
