"Yes, baby," she answered. "Your father and I both have sex regularly with other people. You know his secretary Rachel goes with him on these business trips. They are all business during the time when they are working, but when they're off, they take time to fuck. And we often get naked with the Nelsons next door. There are others, too. Once in a while, we even get the chance to go to an orgy."
"Shit," said Dave. "My parents are fucking swingers!? How the hell did all this happened? Dad got his hot redheaded secretary to agree to fuck him?"
"Slow down, sweetheart," Emily laughed. "Let me tell about Rachel first.
"You know that your dad's company tests all their employees on their job skills before they hire them, right?" He nodded. " Well, Rachel was a cinch to hire, as long as she would agree to one thing. She had to be willing to go on business trips that would possibly end up with her being in the same room as your father. She wouldn't have to sleep with him, of course. -But they wanted to save as much money as possible, so they would only pay for one room if it was just the two of them. The last interview with her was really hot. She was going to try to blackmail him for the job, but it didn't work. She didn't need to, anyway. Here's the story."
Thursday, morning, three years earlier.
Rachel Simmons entered the offices of Baxter and Moore Advertising on Jefferson street. She really needed this job. The five-foot five, one hundred four-pound redhead had dressed in her best FMD (fuck me dress) that accentuated her double D tits. She found the receptionist at the entrance and was directed to the office of James Moore. She was surprised to see that the receptionist was not the typical "hot" secretary, but rather as normal as most people in the world. It surprised her because the agency specialized in advertising in the adult industries.
She had worn her dark teal green dress that dipped down the sides to bounce back up in the front covering her globes, and fell to a mere five inches below the round cheeks of her ass in the back. If everything went well, maybe she wouldn't have to show off the fact that she didn't wear anything else under the dress other than the thigh high hose, but in the long run, it didn't matter. She had to get this job even if she had to fuck the boss, which, in her mind, probably wouldn't be a bad thing, as long as he wasn't a fat slob.
She was desperate to move out of her current boyfriend's apartment, and that couldn't happen without money. It wasn't that Tommy was horrible to live with. He treated her properly at all times and went out of his way to make sure that she had whatever she needed. Except sex. He never tried to touch her, and when she tried, he was always too tired or busy. Since she moved in with him almost two years earlier, they had only had sex a handful of times. It didn't even add up to once a month.
James Moore seemed a decent person, she thought as she was introduced to him. Nice looking, too. Even somewhat sexy. He was conducting this final interview as the position was for his secretary. The questions were normal enough. They went over the results of the test she had taken on typing, filing, phone presence and problem solving. She knew that she had scored high in the first three, but was concerned about the last one, although she didn't let him know that. He then went over what was expected of her if she got the job. No, she would not be expected to buy presents for his wife for her birthday, anniversary, or Christmas. Nor would she be expected to get him coffee throughout the day. However, she would be expected to supply drinks whether it be coffee or something else when clients came into the office for a meeting with him. She would be required to take dictation and type up such correspondence that was needed. She would also be responsible for keeping the files neat and up to date. Further, she would be using her phone skills and usually her problem-solving skills often with clients and probable clients on a variety of issues. Then came the real make or break issue: business trips.
The company was trying to save money everywhere they could. As a result, when they had to go somewhere for business, they would only pay for a certain number of rooms, dependent on the number of people going. It was possible that she might be required to share a room with him. She wasn't required to sleep with him, but they would be in the same room. "Would that be a problem for you?" Jim asked.
She wasn't sure how to answer at first. She had been ready to come in here and fuck him silly to get the job, but sleeping in the same room was another thing. "Would you stand, please," she said. She looked him over again as he stood. He was reasonably handsome and seemed fit at maybe six feet and around two hundred pounds. His sandy hair contrasted well with his brown eyes. "What do usually wear to sleep in?" she asked.
"On trips such as we're discussing, sweat pants," he answered.
Rachel got up and excused herself momentarily then walked to the door. She examined the knob and turned the locking mechanism before walking back to where he stood. "Mr. Moore," she said as she moved her hands behind her and quietly lowered the zipper of her dress. "I don't wear anything to bed. Do you think you can be okay with this running around the room?" With that she pulled the dress up over her head and let it fall to the ground.
"Fuck!" was all Jim could manage to say, as he took in the sight of her naked body. She was magnificent to look at with not an ounce of fat on her frame with large areolas on her DD cup tits. "Fuck, he said again as he took in the sight of her tits then moved downward across her slim stomach. He stumbled back towards his chair as his eyes found her pussy. "Fuck!" he said a third time as he noticed the small patch of red hair that she kept on her mound. It was sparse and neat, trimmed into the shape of a heart, and he couldn't help but stare at it lustfully as he fell back into his chair.
Rachel moved around the desk to where he was and plopped her perfect bare ass on top of all the paperwork there. "It's been a very long time since I did that," she said as she pulled his head towards the little red heart. "Or had my pussy eaten for that matter."
Jim let her pull his head towards her, watching her cunt get closer. Without hesitation, he quickly began to lick up her slit as his mouth came into proximity with it. He drug his tongue across the outer lips of her pussy teasingly. Before he went too far, he withdrew and moved upwards slightly, kissing the little red heart. She giggled as she felt it and ran her fingers through his hair. He licked down the inside of one thigh and back up the other, as Rachel constantly tried to push him back towards her burning pussy. As he reached the juncture of her legs to her torso, he deftly avoided it and continued upwards to her naval, digging his tongue inside it. Finally, he moved back to the area she was trying to get him to, but still only kissed the lips lightly. "Shit," she said. "Do you always go this slow?"
"Slower is better," he replied. "Trust me. When we finally get there, you will love it." He felt her hands running through his hair again, but they were no longer trying to manipulate his movements. He pushed her legs further apart and lowered his face to the top of her mound and slowly licked downwards. Again, he avoided direct contact with her pussy and made his way further downward. He licked her left thigh almost down to her knee, then slowly made his way back up the other to that little red, heart shaped patch of hair. Moving downward again, a moan escaped her as he reached the top of her slit and his tongue finally ran across her clit then continued down through her now very wet pussy. She resisted the desire to try to pull him directly to her dripping cunt and let him decide where to go. She felt his tongue then start at the bottom of her slit and drag upward again as he licked her from perineum, through the slit of her pussy again, the tongue just barely parting the inner lips, and then stopping on her clit. He flicked his tongue across it several times as she bucked her hips toward the sensation. Then, finally, he darted his tongue into her fuck hole. She gave another slight moan and he moved back up and clamped his mouth around her clit, sucking it while pushing a finger inside her hungry cunt.
"Yes!" she whispered. "Fuck, that feels good. I haven't been eaten in so long." Actually, Tommy had never given her oral pleasure, completely disliking even the idea of it. Their sparse sex life consisted of some slight finger play, a bit of cock sucking, and him pounding her pussy until he blasted his load into the condom he insisted on wearing, even though she was on birth control. If she had anything to say about it, that would not be the way it would happen with Jim Moore. She spread her legs even further and wrapped them around his head. "Oh! Fuck! Yes! Right there!" she called out. Her hips bucked against his mouth again as he sucked deeply on her clit and pushed his tongue around it while his fingers massaged the spot he knew would quickly bring her orgasm. "Oh fuck!" she whispered. "I don't know how long I can last. It's been so long." In truth, she had frigged herself off in the shower that morning when she was preparing for the job interview, so she was not as close as she was leading him to believe.
Jim kept up the pressure, swirling his tongue around her clit and occasionally dipping downward to lick up the juices that flowed freely from her cunt around his fingers. He could feel his dick straining at his pants, wanting to be released and enjoy the feel of her tight pussy. Rachel reached down and pulled his hair as she pushed his head into her cunt.
She felt his tongue gliding over her hard clit, and bucked her hips onto his probing fingers. "Suck on it hard," she said. "Fuck, it feels so good." She felt the pressure building somewhere behind her stomach and knew that she was beginning to get close. "Keep going. I'm so close."
