"Please suck my tits hard enough to leave bruises." Her hands held my head when I took her tit in my mouth. I sucked almost all of her tiny tit into my mouth and I sucked hard. She moaned and quivered a few times.
"I'm getting close!" My fingers found her bright yellow pussy and slipped between her lips and as deep as they could go. I pumped as hard and fast as my fingers could go. She came! She screamed and flooded my hand and her legs.
With my ass on the office chair I peeled the latex off her pussy. The area around the gold ring came off in two pieces. I dropped all the pieces of yellow in the trash. She started to turn for the door. I grabbed her and said, "Spread your legs for me."
She put her feet a little farther apart that shoulder width. I shoved two fingers in her cunt. Three strokes and I made it three. She threw her head back and moaned. A few strokes later I pushed four fingers inside her. Her body shook. She grabbed and pulled her own nipples and I said, "I'm going to put my hand inside your cunt! Do you want it?"
"Yes, Master! Fist me!"
My thumb tucked in I lifted her off the floor with the hand I had inside her cunt. Gravity and her desire lowered her onto my hand. I moved my fingers and she moved my hand farther inside.
The door opened and the other sales woman saw what we were doing. She called, "Beth, come quick!"
A woman I hadn't seen before stepped into the room and said, "Jesus Fucking Christ! No man has ever had her and you're fisting her!"
"Ask her if I should stop."
"No! Fuck me crazy! Rip my insides out! I'm cumming again!" She screamed and passed out. It took the three of us to get her on the desk and slowly work my hand out of her. I was in the bathroom washing when she came back to us.
When I left I had three phone numbers, a jar of yellow, a jar of green and a bizarre memory. I didn't buy anything.
Friday came and I changed into nylon running shorts and a tank top at about four-thirty. I opened the garage door and swept the garage as I waited. At five the mini-van pulled in. John pulled in until the back edge of his door was just inside the garage. Crystal said something and John faked a smile. She got out and moved in front of the van. She was wearing a halter dress, stockings and heels. Her hands went to the back of her neck. She faced John, not me. The halter came loose and she pushed the short zipper at her back, down. Watching John she lowered the dress to the garage floor. She stepped out of it. She had on a teal bra and thong set, stockings and heels. The heels came off, then the stockings. She undid the front opening of the bra and it dropped to the floor. She turned to face me and bent, removing the thong and showing her husband her shaved pussy from behind.
Bent at the waist she gathered all her clothes and walked to her husband, handing the clothes through the window.
"Kiss me good-bye for the weekend, John."
He leaned out the window and kissed her forehead. She smiled and walked over to me. She dropped to her knees and pulled my running shorts off. In one second my entire shaft was in her mouth and she waved at John.
Without looking he put the mini-van in gear and backed out of the driveway. I hit the button and helped her up. Inside I took her to the couch and we sat.
"Tough week?"
"You could say that. On the way home he asked if I had a good time as your whore."
"Not a nice thing to say."
"I said that I lived up to my part of the bargain. He pulled over and said he had a terrible weekend because of me. He went down the list of all the shit he had to do. It was all stuff I do every day!"
"On Tuesday he asked me for the check. I had opened my own account at a credit union near our home. When I told him I had deposited it he checked our account on-line and said, "The hell you did."
"Another bad day?"
"He yelled how he had earned part of that money too. He had done my work so I could be with you."
"Is there more?"
"Yes! The next day he came into the kitchen after he tucked the girls in bed and he wanted sex. I figured he would want it during the week and so when he made his move I went to our bedroom. He wanted to undress me. He examined every inch of me to see if I had been hurt or bruised. When he pulled my grandma panties down and saw I was bald he yelled at me! He asked if I shaved for him or for you?"
"How did you answer?"
"I told the truth. I said I didn't shave me at all. You did it and you did it for you!"
"I'll bet he was pissed."
"He slept in the guest room last night. His last words to me before he closed the door were that he wasn't sleeping with a whore."
"I'm sorry. If I had known that would be his reaction I wouldn't have bought the house or accepted his offer of weekends with you."
"Wait a minute. This was his idea?"
"I think he thought I was about to back out of the deal. He said if he presented it to you as a way for you to help the family by earning some extra money yourself then you would go for it."