Fresh Out of College

Fresh Out of College

FRESH OUT OF COLLEGE CHRISTINE'S FIRST DAY IN THE GRAPHIC DESIGN INDUSTRY. BASED ON A POST BY ANONYMOUSPERV [https://www.literotica.com/authors/AnonymousPerv/works/stories]. LISTEN TO THE ►PODCAST [https://archive.org/download/spring-erotic-stories/FreshOutOfCollege.mp3] AT STEAMY STORIES [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-erotic-stories/FreshOutOfCollege.jpg] CHRISTINE'S FIRST DAY ON THE JOB. A BUSTY BEAUTY SUCCUMBS TO UNUSUAL WORK PRACTICES. Christine Hastings couldn't believe her good fortune. Fresh out of college, the first application she sent in, she got a call back for an interview. Having graduated with a bachelor of arts in graphic arts, she knew the field was small, so she wasn't expecting much so early on. Dawson Design was a small, but growing firm, located in downtown Columbus. Brad Dawson ran the place by himself, building his business one client at a time. Now he was at a point where he needed a staff member, someone who was skilled in all aspects of Adobe Print, Web and Video applications; someone who could do some of the grunt work, while he focused on building the business. He was willing to look for applicants straight of school, knowing he would be able to pay them slightly less while they acquired invaluable experience in their field. When Brad submitted his listing for a graphic artist, he was surprised by how many resumes he received. Mostly experienced, but over-worked professionals. He wouldn't be able to afford their current salaries, though. Christine's resume popped to his attention, someone fresh out of school with a unique style to her portfolio. He was willing to take the risk on taking someone with no real world experience, but hopefully a hunger to do well. He sent an email for her to meet him on Monday morning for an interview. Christine made her way to Long Street, in an older commercial district of Central Columbus. She found the brown brick building with the matching address, but its signage said “Billig Accounting”. She found street parking further down the block and walked back to the 2-story old building. It was well-preserved with all new bronzed door & windows.The glass exterior door led to a long hall. At the end of the hall was a door with a classy sign indicating the Graphic Design business she was seeking out. A soft chime sounded from the far end of the room, when she stepped in. In front of her was a modern conference table, Just then she heard sounds of movement coming from the 2nd doorway on her left. The 38-year-old Brad was floored when he met Christine. She stood inside the doorway of his office suite, behind an accounting firm which occupied the storefront portion of the old brick building in an older part of Columbus, Ohio. was kinda short, maybe 5' 3", but she had huge breasts, while maintaining a tight, thin waist. Her ass was round, but not too big and her hips narrow. Christine, of course, noticed Brad looking her over when she walked in. She was accustomed to this from all members of the opposite sex. Hell, even many members of her own gender. She was well aware she had a porn star body, yet she was never smug about it. In fact, she often wished she had a more "normal" figure. She certainly didn't actively work for her look. She was simply young and active enough, with healthy genes from both sides of the family. She realized she drew attention to herself and couldn't help it, so sometimes she played it to her advantage. Today, being eager to win a job, she wore a white cotton lace eyelet blouse with an open front that only buttoned from the bustline down to the waist. She wore a woolen pencil skirt that showed her trim ass and hips. It was business attire with a clear indication of a friendly, perhaps flirty demeanor. Her magnificent breasts were encased in a thin white demi bra that still managed to push them up enough to show healthy amounts of cleavage. Brad and Christine seemed to hit it off well. Whether her outfit had anything to do with it, could be debated, but it probably didn't hurt. Christine was, at 25, finally out of college, having switched majors 4 times in her 7 years of studies. "So it says here you paginated for the school paper throughout your college career," said Brad. "That's right," said Christine. "I also helped design ads and even worked on several campaigns." "Well, I think that's all I need to know. If you can manage those tasks, I have plenty of work I can unload on you to handle for me now. I like the samples you sent. I want you to feel completely free to be as creative as you like, so long as it fits within clients' requests. OK?" Christine couldn't believe someone would just trust her like that, giving little artistic direction, like right off the bat. Either he was crazy or impressed by her portfolio. She hoped the latter. "Really?" she asked. "You don't want to instruct me what to do first when we get projects in? I get total creative freedom?" "Tell ya what. If an idea hits me, I'll run it by you. If I think it's so good that we must do it, then I'll let you know, and ask you to specifically abide to my idea, but otherwise, you have complete creative freedom. Do the best work you can, be as creative as you wish, so long as it benefits the clients. Ultimately, you are accountable to them. The key to success is understanding their needs, not yours." That made sense and she'd heard it before. "I don't know what to say. Yes! I would love to work here!" "Will you be willing to sign on for 32k? I know it's not much, but I'll throw in ten percent of all net profits on any new clients we sign from the day you start. If I'm able to make more money with you here, I plan on acquiring more clients. Thirty-two thousand was really low, thought Christine. She was thinking 38 or 40 minimum when she walked in. "I don't know, Mr. Dawson. I don't think I could afford an apartment in the city on that. Could you afford to pay me 40k and not give any percentage to me when you get additional clients?" It was a reasonable request, thought Brad, but he honestly didn't have the cash flow to pay her that much at the moment and he explained it to her so. "I just made a deal last month, to buy the entire building from the widow of the fella who was in the commercial properties business. I acquired 3 upstairs studio apartments in the transaction, but I haven't yet leased one of them out." he said. "It's not much, but it's fully furnished, has a small kitchen and bathroom. Almost 800 square feet. With its own central heat & air. You could live there. It's listed for $850 per month plus electric and gas, on a 1 year lease. I can give you it for $100 a month plus utilities; on an employee discount. Hell, which would save you at least 8 grand or more on rent alone, around here. Are you currently in contract anywhere else? You still live with your parents in Mansfield, right? A rather long drive, even when it's not rush hour." Now this was a stunning compromise, thought Christine. Making 32k and paying only token rent would be even better than making 40k and having to pay rent in the city. It was a considerably better deal. It also sheltered her from added income taxes and Fikah withholding, This will lower her minimum student loan payments, as well. She jumped up on her feet, her tits nearly bouncing out of her sheer blouse, and extended her hand. "You got a deal, Mister! When can I move in?" "Today, if you like! Oh, and by the way, you don't have to wear clothes around me." Christine was stunned by the statement. "What? Why would you ask such a thing?" Immediately she conjured up narratives from her sociology classes and the woke professors at Thee Ohio State University. "I just mean, when you work here. You don't have to wear any clothes," explained Brad. "It's entirely up to you!" "Mr. Dawson! How dare you? I am Not going to be running around naked for you! I may be in need of work, but I am certainly no whore! This... this... this is sexual harassment!" "I'm sorry to have offended you, Miss Hastings, but I disagree, I have not harassed you in any way." "Telling me to take my clothes off!?" "I told you that you didn't have to, wear clothes. I did not, in any way, suggest it was preferred, much less required. Why would I? That's crazy!" "Why would you suggest I not wear clothes?" "I wouldn't! Perhaps you didn't hear me just say; 'I did not in any way suggest it'." "But you just did!" insisted Christine. "No, I didn't," Brad responded. "I simply informed you of the truth of the matter: that you don't have to wear clothes here. What is the big deal about there being no dress code? We simply do not impose one. You are the only one deciding your own wardrobe decisions. I just gave you a non-monetary employee benefit. Total autonomy. That's something you would not get at any corporate workplace. It costs me nothing and saves you having to worry about what is your wardrobe is acceptable on the job." Christine was confused. When she thought about it, she supposed Brad's logic actually made sense. He hadn't actually made any request, demand or even a suggestion. He just said she didn't have to wear clothes, but did he have to tell her in such a manner? It seemed strange to her. "OK, whatever. I guess I got triggered by some narratives from woke college professors" Christine said, shaking off the awkward conversation. "So I can move in tomorrow?" Getting out of her mom and dad's small house sounded so appealing and the sooner, the better. "You bet!" said Brad. “Mr. Dawson,” Christine paused and took a deep breathe to decompress her tension. “I'm so sorry to have red into your dresscode statement. I've been subjected to lewd comments all through high school and college. I projected that motive to you and I was wrong to.” Brad gave her a warm smile and redirected the conversation. He led her out a rear office door, where an exterior door looked out to tenant parking. To her right, a staircase ascended to 3 studio apartments. “The old owner kept this unit as a 'man cave'. He rarely used it for poker nights. I was going to list it on Air B and B.” Brad explained as he let Christine walk through the small unit. It was narrow, with a bedroom at one end and sitting room slash kitchen at the other end. “You're giving up a potential for significant lodging income, Mr. Dawson.” “Please. I'd really like it if we can both address each other by first names? Is that okay?” “Yes, us, Brad. I think you're being very creative and competitive in the compensation offer.” “Well, I've never owned rental property until last month. I really don't want the headaches that can come from it. I made sure to resign the Accounting firm to a 10 year lease, just to lower the anxiety of it all.” Brad smiled, “I also hope the steep employee housing discount helps you endure the occasional stress of looming deadlines and long work days that can happen once in a while.” Christine drove back to Mansfield with euphoric pride. She called her longtime childhood friend, Gloria, to help her pack up and share a pizza. Early the next morning Gloria followed Christine, both cars loaded with Christine's belongings. They spend several hours setting up house and took a late lunch break to visit the pizzeria just a block away. At 4 o' clock Gloria left. Christine was settled in the new apartment above the office and ready to begin her new career. She made her way downstairs to see Brad off for the night. "Thanks for letting me move in, Brad. And thank you again, for giving me this opportunity." "I'm sure you'll be great," said Brad. Christine was genuinely happy. Brad seemed like he would make a great boss (regardless of that bizarre verbal exchange about wardrobe) and he had been so helpful with her move. Then, as she was leaving out the rear doorway, she decided she would greet him the following morning in her favorite, skimpy halter top. She was sure he would appreciate the view for a few minutes, before she slipping into a blazer for the rest of the day. Christine smiled, as she loved flirting, with naughty thoughts on occasion, just like any healthy young woman. "Don't forget. Clothes are optional in the office," said Brad, as he walked her out and shut the rear door behind him. "Not again!" grumbled Christine. She really thought Brad was crossing the line, saying she could work naked. Even if she did like teasing and flirting, she thought it was inappropriate for him to tell her that she could work naked. It somehow crossed a line, but before she had time to voice her opinion, the read office door was shut and locked. 'Fine,' thought Christine. 'He's going to be like that, I ought to just dress prudishly every day. He doesn't deserve what I have to show.' But then the most unusual thought occurred to Christine. What if she did in fact work completely naked? Just let her tits swing all over the place, teasing Brad all day long. He may be 'oh-so-casual' and 'innocent'; telling her she could work naked, because there is no dress code. What a load of baloney, she thought; but he would never actually expect her to follow through on the suggestion, right? It would totally put her new boss in his place! Especially on the very first day of work! Christine was well aware of how hot she was. Her D cup tits and round firm ass drove men over the top. A few minutes of displaying her body to Brad, he would surely cross the line and be inappropriate in some way. Then she could clearly bust his chops for sexual harassment, if she wanted. That did it for her. She'd made up her mind. On Wednesday morning, Christine awoke. She got a wonderful sleep, excited to start her first day fresh, ready to shock Brad to pieces. At 8am, she hopped out of bed, checked her emails and showered; before finally wrapping herself in a towel. She was going to doll herself up with full makeup and perfect hair. While she dried her hair, she heard Brad come through the doors downstairs at 8:30 promptly. They officially started at 9, but maybe he came in early regularly to prep for the day, she thought. Eager to shock her new boss before any clients happened in, Christine finished her eyeliner and dropped the towel, then summoned up her righteous courage and promptly headed downstairs. She hopped down the stairs to the back vestibule. Then she opened the rear office door, only to be met by a young, nerdy-looking man in his twenties, perhaps even younger by a year or two! It wasn't Brad at all. "Oh my god, who are you!" screamed Christine. "I'm Jeff," screamed the skinny kid, adjusting his glasses, almost as if to be sure what he was witnessing was really happening. Christine hunched down and tried to cover her pendulous tits, but there was simply too much flesh for her thin arms. Plenty of nipple and areola could be seen and Jeff was certainly getting a good look. Just then, the front office door opened again and Brad strolled in. "Oh, hello, Christine! I see you've met Jeff." Brad walked across the room and turned the master light switch on. It lit up the greeting/meeting room and the three offices along one wall. He didn't even acknowledge Christine's nudity. "I thought I was the only one working here," said Christine, somewhat annoyed Brad hadn't told her about other employees; also annoyed he hadn't mentioned her lack of clothing. She was failing miserably at covering up to prevent this complete stranger, Jeff; from seeing her naked. All along she had intended to display herself fully in front of Brad. It was all she had been mentally prepped for, and she found herself feeling far more embarrassed now than she ever would have expected. Finally, realizing how silly she must look trying to cover up, Christine finally dropped her arms entirely and stood up straight, turning squarely in front of Jeff. "Well, hello Jeff," she said, extending her hand. He didn't notice the attempt at the handshake, as he was too enamored by her pendulous bust, almost frothing at the mouth, eyes nearly popping out of his head. Brad interrupted, "Christine, Jeff has done freelance work for me ever since he was an Upworks contractor, in junior high. He's swinging by to pick up some work for a client he's been handling, before he heads off to class. Sophomore at OSU." Christine stepped close an looked up to Jeff in the eye, forcing him to do the same, finally. "Nice to meet you," said Christine, extending her hand again. This time, he was able to recognize her beautiful face, all dolled up and with flowing blond locks flowing onto her shoulders. He eventually noticed what she was doing and shook her hand, yet still not taking his eyes off Christine's glorious assets. "I see you have the sketch package in your hands, Jeff. Thanks in advance for rushing it. Bring it back by Friday, okay?" "Shouldn't be a problem, Mr. Dawson," said Jeff, almost stuttering, never diverting his attention from Christine's breasts. "I'll bring it by early. Maybe even today," his voice trailed off. Jeff, realizing he was no longer needed, reluctantly left, nearly tripping over his feet on the way out the rear exit, leaving Christine standing bare in front of Brad. "You should have told me," she said. "Told you what?" "About Jeff. I would Not have come down undressed, had I known it was anyone but you." "Oh, yeah? Why's that?" asked Brad. The question caught Christine off guard, "Because of your ridiculous request to see me naked! I thought it over and decided, 'Fuck it! I'll do it just to mess with you.' That it might be a humorous way to start our working relationship together." "Well, that's cute, I guess. But keep in mind, I requested no such thing. I simply informed you that were all

Irresistible Johnson: Part 4

IRRESISTIBLE JOHNSON: PART 4. BRIAN WANTS TO LAY HIS BOSS, AND HIS JOHNSON TO REST. Based on a post By AnonymousPerv [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1367666&page=submissions]. Listen to the► Podcast [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/IrresistibleJohnson4.mp3] at Steamy Stories [http://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/IrresistableJohnson4.jpg] STORY RECAP. Let me catch you up on this crazy real-life sci fi drama. My name is Brian Johnson and I live a conditional life. Ever since the lab accident, things changed, and not for the better. Allow me to recap my woes, so you’ll better understand. I was exposed to gamma radiation at work. It was a clumsy, stupid, careless error; just a dumb move on my part. After exposure, the team kept me isolated for weeks and monitored my health. At the time, it seemed I was going to make it out unscathed, but just as I was about to be released from quarantine, we discovered the true trauma I actually incurred. Karen, my boss (and also an LPN), subjected me to one last physical examination, and at her intrusive insistence to know every detail about me, I explained that my penis was hanging much lower since the gamma exposure. It seemed to be a bit thicker, too. Length was never an issue with me, but hanging there five or six inches all the time was out of the ordinary. Typically, I was a grower, not a show-er. Anyway, Karen takes a peek at Mr. Floppy and gets an insatiable urge to swallow my semen. I swear I couldn’t have stopped her if I tried. Here’s where it gets weird. After swallowing, her tits grew instantly, from her modest A cup to a D cup, I would guess. It was insane. We had to tell the rest of the team what happened, and soon, more tests on my sperm began. Phil, the Senior Partner, desperately wanted to find a way to synthesize it. “Natural tit growth? So many women will want that,” he insisted. The problem was, the breast development was only temporary, lasting about a day, before returning to normal. Up til now, we haven’t discovered a way to synthesize my sperm, but further testing led to the discovery that if a woman ingests it, but not directly from the source; say, a Petri dish, for instance (yes, we actually did this); well, the poor subject gets intensely horny, to the point they will fuck themselves silly in the streets if they have to. Total, unashamed, unabashed sluttery. I’m sure you can imagine how awful I feel about any of my friends or colleagues having to go through such an experience, even if we were all willing participants in this research. Lately, I was feeling more and more alienated from my colleagues. Hell, even Janice was steering clear of me, and we used to chat every day. Still, the team marched on with the work. What else? What other stupid things can my penis do? I have a hard time keeping track. Oh yeah, we learned that if I go several days without an orgasm, I produce some kind of pheromone that makes women want to fuck me (and only me) and right. fucking. now. Jesus Christ, the pressure. Can you imagine? I might not want it, but the women demand it. Masturbating alone isn’t good enough for them when exposed to this. However, fucking them leads to the risk of me cumming in their pussy (which they always demand, by the way), and that that leads to the worst of it… Just like when a woman sucks me off, their tits instantly grow when I cum inside them, but this time they begin lactating heavily. Multiple, daily pumps are required for about week, until the tits finally, slowly, return to normal. For a while there, all the girls were terrified the effects were going to be permanent. It was right after I had accidentally fucked every female member of the team in the conference room. My pheromones were off, because I hadn’t orgasmed in days, and they all needed my cock. Thank goodness their breast growth and lactation issues only lasted a week or so, after that ordeal. The girls were a bit more forgiving with me when they went back to normal. Well, all except for Karen, my boss. We’ll get to her issues later. So this is my life now. I can no longer be naked in front of any girl, or she’ll get the irresistible urge to suck me off. I have to masturbate regularly in order not to get a “build up” of these funky pheromones which drive women crazy, and there’s no way I can have any meaningful, long-term relationship with a woman, because who would want to risk getting enormous, milky tits every time they fuck their boyfriend? This was absolutely the worst thing to ever happen to me. The only friend I could turn to is my sister, Penny. She’s my roommate, too, so she understands my plight. We have to be careful that she never sees me naked, considering we share some of the same space. Early in discovery, my sister caught me naked once, and went down on me like a dog on a steak. Or a bone, rather. She hated herself for swallowing every drop of my cum, but came to terms with it pretty quickly when her tits blew up in size. Normally a pert B, Penny looked like a straight-up bimbo. Surprisingly, she loved it, but when her tits went back to normal the following day, she was grossly disappointed. We rarely speak of the subject anymore. So here I am, on the night before we lay Heath to rest, once again beating off, so that I can go to a funeral in peace tomorrow. I wish I had a different life. I wasn’t sure how long I could keep this up. I just didn’t think it could get any worse; but I was wrong. On the drive home, I started sweating. I was gripping the wheel tightly. “Everything okay?” asked Amanda, noticing my anxious state of being. “Um… I’m not sure I should say.” “Please. It will be nice to think of somebody other than me and my problems for a while.” “Oh, well, uh… I’m not sure it would do that.” “Oh? Well, now you have to tell me.” I sighed, giving in. “Okay, well, my boss saw your uh… condition,” I nodded towards Amanda’s big tits, and I could tell she thinks it’s because of me.“ “Oh, I see. That would be bad?” “Very bad.” “It’s not like you meant it to happen.” “Won’t matter,” I said, flatly. “I guess she knows you weren’t that big on top before.” “We met like two years ago. For all she knows, I could have had a breast augmentation.” “She knows that won’t be true come tomorrow at the funeral,” I said. “That’s where I’ll get busted.” Then I laughed. “That is, unless you’re willing to wear a big, fake bra or something to save my ass.” Amanda laughed, too, but then said, “Seems easier just to suck your cock again.” I almost hit her mailbox pulling in when she said it. “Amanda, no, you don’t have to do that.” “I could use the… distraction.” “But Heath?” “What? Heath and I played all the time, especially when we were younger. Outside of work, he was anything but I prude.” “I won’t pry,” I said. “Point is, he wouldn’t be bothered by this.” “Really? Are you sure? You’ll do that?” “I offered. So, come inside then?” “Well, your tits are still big now. We have to wait until they go back down before I let you suck me off. Otherwise, they just get exponentially bigger.” “Really? That is some crazy science fiction right there.” “Don’t I know it. So, you did it yesterday around five or so. It’s usually an hour or two around the 24-hour mark, give or take, that one starts going back to normal. That process takes about an hour.” I knew the “rules” of this curse very well, and it showed as I explained them to the widow. “So you might be here late, I guess,” she said, stepping out of the car. “Come on, help me take my mind off the funeral. Let’s prep dinner.” The idea sounded wonderful to me and I followed her inside. I sent a message to work, telling them I had to go home. I didn’t want Karen thinking I spent more time with Amanda than necessary. By seven, we had finished dinner. Salmon and a vegetable stir-fry. “That was delicious,” I said. “Yeah, thank you. I enjoyed that.” She briefly scanned her top and said, “So, uh, it hasn’t started going down yet. Should we wait a little longer?” “We have to, before we do it again. I haven’t ever seen it go much past this point. Rare occasions.” Amanda popped off three of her top buttons, exposing a healthy amount of cleavage. “This will help us keep an eye on things better.” Then she popped another one. “Yeah, that’s much better.” She looked back up to me. “Wanna watch TV or something? A beer?” “That would be nice,” I said. Amanda slowly got up, brushing me as she passed. I headed to the living room and sat on the couch, and soon she came back holding two beers. She took the spot near me. “Remote’s on your side,” she said, reaching past, making sure I could see down her blouse. She grabbed the remote off the nightstand and pulled back off, flicking on the television. It dawned on me. It had been almost 24 hours since I came. If I didn’t beat off, my pheromones would fill Amanda with uncontrollable passion for me. That’s why she had gradually been ramping up her flirtatious behavior. “Hey, maybe we ought to just drop the blouse. Make it easier.” Amanda started popping off her buttons, as I bolted up. “Uh.. I need to use your restroom again.” Amanda’s arm snatched out, her hand grabbing me. “No, wait. I want you to see.” She quickly abandoned the blouse, now revealing everything, as she had no bra on. “Do they look like they’re going down yet to you?” “Unfortunately not,” I said. “But they are nice, right?” “Oh, very,” I agreed. “But still, we have to wait until they go down before you can…” Amanda yanked my arm, pulling me to her. “I get it. We have to wait for them to go down before I swallow your cum, but Brian, I don’t want that right now. Fuck me, Brian. Please, fuck me. Then I can swallow you.” I dropped to my knee, trying to explain. “Amanda, I haven’t told you everything. If you fuck me, you will be compelled to have me cum inside you. Much like you were when you gave me a blowjob.” Amanda was squirming in the couch now, wanting to rip my clothes off, I know. “You have to understand, when that happens, your tits will grow, just as if you sucked my cock.” “That’s perfect! Then let’s do that!” “Except you’ll also be lactating.” Her smile dropped. But then, after she thought about it, returned. I continued, “and if we do it now, your tits will get bigger still. Karen will know that you and engaged in… well, with you.” I waved at Amanda’s topless, frantic body. “PLEASE! I just need it. Please, please, please.” She was already in the begging stage. I had maybe thirty minutes, an hour at most. I got an idea. “Amanda, if you can hold off for just long enough to allow your tits to go back down, I will fuck you until you forget your name.” Now, she beamed with joy. “But you HAVE to hold off, until your tits go back to normal.” “But how long will that take? And how can I possibly wait?” She was now pulling off her skirt. “That’s it. You masturbate. I’ll watch.” What I was about to do could be seen as unnecessarily cruel, but I saw it as compassionate. I just had to find a way to get off while watching Angela fuck herself. Watching her would certainly provide all the eye candy I needed, but I had to be discrete enough for her not to see me doing the required physical work. Amanda was leaning back in the couch, legs spread, taunting me already. She ran two fingers over her clit, before sliding them inside. “Can you see everything okay?” she asked. I knew she wanted me to cave and fuck her now, but I withheld the temptation. If I can just cum, my pheromones instantly snap back to normal, or drift off, or whatever they do, until the next build-up. That would bring Amanda back to her senses. “Turn over and show me that ass. Fuck yourself harder.” Gleefully, Amanda hopped up, her new, big tits swinging, when she turned around, arching her ass high in the air. “Like this?” she asked, with her face practically shoved in the cushions. “Just like that,” I whispered. “Just a few minutes like that.” My cock was already solid hard and I reached into my pants to do the deed. At this angle, I felt safe she couldn’t see what I was up to, but I realized she might be able to hear. “Amanda, talk dirty while you do that, please. That will make me want to fuck you.” (And hopefully disguise the sounds of me jacking off.) “I can’t wait to have your cock in me!” she cried, pumping herself harder. “I want to fuck you so bad, Brian. I never needed a good, hard fuck so much! I want you in me. I want you to fuck me, anyway you want, just so long as I can have it. You can fuck me in the ass, too. But I have to have you! I want you cum, Brian. I want you to bury your cum in my pussy!” Amanda didn’t have to go much past that before I snapped, yanking my pants and underwear down, and unleashing a huge rope of cum across the room. In fact, some splattered on Amanda’s right ass cheek, just as I heard her cumming, too. It almost sounded like a horror film, there was so much screaming and shrieking and sploshing. Then, instantly, she stopped. I quickly pulled my pants back up, before she caught sight of my cock. Three fingers were still buried in Amanda’s pussy, and her pinky from the other hand was stuck in her ass, when she had ceased so suddenly. Finally, she flinched back, pulling everything out, checking herself, and rose up. Amanda was soaked, the couch was soaked, bits of the floor beneath her. She looked to me. “Well, um, yeah, I came really good right there…” “Yes,” I said, nodding. “I guess I have to fess up and say I did, too.” “I see that,” she nodded to the floor, even glancing back at her right bum. “Well, I was just going to say, now that I came; and I DO enjoy the company; but now that I came, I guess I don’t really need sex right now. I just don’t want to get your expectations;” “No, it’s fine,” I said, smiling, relieved that jerking off took Amanda’s sexual needs away from me. She smiled, thankful I was willing to forget it. “It looks like these damn things won’t go away, though.” “I have an idea. We know they’ll be back to normal by tomorrow morning. The limo service picks you up at ten, but I could meet you here first, say at nine?” “That’s fine. I’ll be happy to help. Besides, I’d like to have another day or two of these babies. Always wondered what it was like having tits. Now I know. I like it.” She smiled. “And frankly, amongst all this other bullshit I have to go through, it’s the only bright spot in my life. I’ll be glad to see in the morning, Brian.” I don’t know what the fuck my curse is, or who has it out for me, but when I left at 8:30 the following morning, my tire blew, pulling out of the driveway. I quickly ran into the house and changed to something more casual, to replace the tire with the spare. Another quick change and I was back on the road, only to be held up at a stopped train. Forty minutes later, it got off the tracks. I texted Amanda at 9:30: Stuck at train. Be there ASAP. She never return the text, and it was almost ten by the time I pulled in her drive. I rushed to the door, and Amanda opened it before I even knocked. I noticed she was flat chested again. “I’ve been waiting. What happened?” I quickly surmised the unfortunate events. “Well, come in. Let’s hurry,” she said, just as the limo pulled up. “Well, fine. We’ll do it in there.” “What? In the limo?” “If we don’t want to be late. Let’s just go. There’s privacy windows in those things.” I sure hoped so. The driver escorted us inside the vehicle, and I sat across from Amanda, facing the rear of the vehicle. There was only about ten minutes from here to the funeral home. “Driver, would you mind raising the window?” Amanda asked. A minute later, I was awkwardly leaning back, while my dead colleague’s wife was going to work on me. She had as much an insatiable desire to suck it, as she had the first time she saw my cock. About five minutes in, I felt myself getting closer, when the limousine stopped. It slightly distracted me, but Amanda’s skills got me back track, when I heard the driver get out and mutter a few words. “Wait, what is that?” I asked, pulling up a bit. Amanda didn’t let go, following my movements, not allowing my cock to leave her. She didn’t want to risk missing a drop. She mumbled something at me, but I wasn’t clear on it, when the door to my left popped open. To my horror, Karen was looking straight in. “Brian!” she screamed. “What the fuck?!” Amanda, although thoroughly engaged, was even taken aback by the sudden surprise, pulling off only for a moment, my stiff rod snapping into view. Karen instantly leapt inside the vehicle, slamming the door behind her, yelling, “Good to go!” to the driver. She snapped up to me. “Brian, you have a lot of explaining to do!” she yelled, as she grabbed the base of my cock with her left hand. Amanda pushed herself back into the mix, groping my shaft just above Karen. “Hey, I was doing that.” “Sorry, sister. I saw it, too. When this happens, we just share.” Karen was letting Amanda know, loud and clear, what had to be done. They stared each other down for a moment, before shrugging it off, agreeing they could both do the deed together. I had no idea if the driver knew what was up. As he pulled away, the two ladies began fighting over my cock. It didn’t take long before I felt it coming. “Who’s first?” I asked. Amanda raised her hand. “Well, at least let me suck it until it explodes,” said Karen, taking my cock from Amanda. She went down deep, perhaps hoping I wouldn’t be able to contain myself, She started working it, back and forth, faster and faster, when I tapped her. “Hurry! Give it to Amanda.” Amanda shoved her way in the mix again, opening wide, just in time as I escaped Karen’s mouth and found hers, filling it with my seed. I was practiced at this next part: holding the extra sperm that was still in my balls. I pulled out of Amanda’s mouth and shifted my cock to Karen. “Hurry,” I said. While she swallowed, with her mouth tightly suctioned the head of my cock, Karen just stared me down, shaking her head. She was so disappointed in me. She finally got off, and wiped her mouth, ensuring all was clean. “Goddammit, I hate it that it tastes so good.” She began unbuttoning her blouse immediately and looked to Amanda. That’s when she noticed Amanda came prepared, wearing a blouse large enough to “grow” into. Karen knew the change was coming and was desperately trying to get her bra off in time. I hated to see what would happen to her already swollen, lactating, enormous tits. Amanda’s suddenly popped into existence, filling her blouse. She clapped with glee. “Heath would have loved this,” she chuckled. I silently mouthed, ‘See, it was her,’ to Karen, who was more concerned with her awaiting disaster. “What’s happening? Why aren’t mine growing?” Karen began fondling herself, rubbing hard, even squeezing. She shook them a time or two. “That’s strange,” I said. “Amanda swallowed first, but you weren’t far b

Irresistible Johnson: Part 3

IRRESISTIBLE JOHNSON: PART 3. BRIAN AND HIS CURSED PENIS KEEP GETTING INTO TROUBLE. Based on a post By AnonymousPerv [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1367666&page=submissions]. Listen to the► Podcast [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/IrresistibleJohnson3.mp3] at Steamy Stories [http://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/IrresistableJohnson3.jpg] SERIES RECAP. My name is Brian Johnson and I live a conditional life. Ever since the lab accident, things changed, and not for the better. Allow me to recap my woes, so you’ll better understand. I was exposed to gamma radiation at work. It was a clumsy, stupid, careless error; just a dumb move on my part. After exposure, the team kept me isolated for weeks and monitored my health. At the time, it seemed I was going to make it out unscathed, but just as I was about to be released from quarantine, we discovered the true trauma I actually incurred. Karen, (one of my bosses and also a licensed nurse), subjected me to one last physical examination, and at her intrusive insistence to know every detail about me, I explained that my penis was hanging much lower since the gamma exposure. It seemed to be a bit thicker, too. Length was never an issue with me, but hanging there five or six inches all the time was out of the ordinary. Typically, I was a grower, not a show-er. Anyway, Karen takes a peek at Mr. Floppy and gets an insatiable urge to swallow my semen. I swear I couldn’t have stopped her if I tried. Here’s where it gets weird. After swallowing, her tits grew instantly, from her modest A cup to a D, I would guess. It was insane. We had to tell the rest of the team what happened, and soon, more tests on my sperm began. Phil, the Senior Partner, desperately wanted to find a way to synthesize it. “Natural breast growth? So many women will want that,” he insisted. The problem was, the breast development was only temporary, lasting about a day, before returning to normal. Up til now, we haven’t discovered a way to synthesize my sperm, but further testing led to the discovery that if a woman ingests it, but not directly from the source - say, a Petri dish, for instance (yes, we actually did this) - well, the poor subject gets intensely horny, to the point they will fuck themselves silly in the streets if they have to. Total, unashamed, unabashed sluttery. I’m sure you can imagine how awful I feel about any of my friends or colleagues having to go through such an experience, even if we were all willing participants in this research. Lately, I was feeling more and more alienated from my colleagues. Hell, even Janice was steering clear of me, and we used to chat every day. Still, the team marched on with the work. What else? What other stupid things can my penis do? I have a hard time keeping track. Oh yeah, we learned that if I go several days without an orgasm, I produce some kind of pheromone that makes women want to fuck me (and only me) and right. fucking. now. Jesus Christ, the pressure. Can you imagine? I might not want it, but the women demand it. Masturbating alone isn’t good enough for them when exposed to this. However, fucking them leads to the risk of me cumming in their pussy (which they always demand, by the way), and that that leads to the worst of it… Just like when a woman sucks me off, their tits instantly grow when I cum inside them, but this time they begin lactating heavily. Multiple, daily pumps are required for about week, until the tits finally, slowly, return to normal. For a while there, all the girls were terrified the effects were going to be permanent. It was right after I had accidentally fucked every female member of the team in the conference room. My pheromones were off, because I hadn’t orgasmed in days, and they all needed my cock. Thank goodness their breast growth and lactation issues only lasted a week or so, after that ordeal. The girls were a bit more forgiving with me when they went back to normal. Well, all except for Karen, my boss. We’ll get to her issues later. So this is my life now. I can no longer be naked in front of any girl, or she’ll get the irresistible urge to suck me off. I have to masturbate regularly in order not to get a “build up” of these funky pheromones which drive women crazy, and there’s no way I can have any meaningful, long-term relationship with a woman, because who would want to risk getting enormous, milky tits every time they fuck their boyfriend? This was absolutely the worst thing to ever happen to me. The only friend I could turn to is my sister, Penny. She’s my roommate, too, so she understands my plight. We have to be careful that she never sees me naked, considering we share some of the same space. Early in discovery, my sister caught me naked once, and went down on me like a dog on a steak. Or a bone, rather. She hated herself for swallowing every drop of my cum, but came to terms with it pretty quickly when her tits blew up in size. Normally a pert B, Penny looked like a straight-up bimbo. Surprisingly, she loved it, but when her tits went back to normal the following day, she was grossly disappointed. We rarely speak of the subject anymore. So here I am, on a Sunday night, once again beating off, so that I can work in peace tomorrow. I wish I had a different life. I wasn’t sure how long I could keep this up. I just didn’t think it could get any worse. I was wrong. CHAPTER 4. “Well I sure hope you’re fucking happy now, Brian!” screamed Karen, the moment I walked into work the following morning. Karen disliked me from the start of my employment, well before the “incident” and her disdain for me grew on a daily basis. I also think she thought I derived pleasure from my predicament. She had no empathy, or understanding, of how it ruined my social life. “What? What now?” I cried. “I have been nothing but compliant, and I’ve done everything you have asked of me, since all this began!” “Heath’s dead.” Karen said, crossing her arms, glaring. My heart dropped. Heath was a healthy, middle-aged man. Or at least he was. How could this be? And what did I have to do with it? “Dead?” I gasped, repeating, “Dead? What… what happened?” Karen spit it out, “Over the weekend, he tried exposing himself to the same gamma radiation that you experienced. We found him this morning. Seemed he died of priapism. We’ve quarantined the room and sealed the east wing.” “Why are you blaming me?” I asked, dropping my briefcase on the floor. “That’s terrible. I don’t want anything like that to happen to anyone. I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy.” “Did you know he was going to do it?” “Of course not!” I didn’t hesitate answering. It was the truth. Karen’s deep prejudice against me may have some merit. After I came in her pussy at that meeting, knowing her tits would get huge and milky, I then put my cock in her face. It was kind of an evil thing to do, because as we all know, when a woman sees my cock, she has to suck it to completion. It becomes a compulsion for them. Karen is the only woman, of all the girls on the team, who was both exposed to getting creampied, and swallowing my load, in the same brief period of time. Herein lied a new development. Like everyone else, Karen’s tits ballooned up after I came in her. Lucky for her, being small chested, this turned her into a D cup. And just like the others, who got vaginally stuffed with my semen, she began lactating, too. I remember poor Janice being in the room at the time. She’s well over a D cup in her normal state, and this was the second time she had been affected by my sperm. The girl could barely walk, and had milk spraying everywhere, in all directions with her every move. But back to Karen… After a week passed, Karen was the only one whose tits hadn’t changed back to normal. Instead, they stayed large and continually produced milk. So much milk. More weeks have since passed, and she is still forced to nurse herself two or three times a day to relieve the pressure. Otherwise, she leaks like a sieve. One can understand why Karen hates me so fucking much. Still, having this occur had one bonus. It was the first time we had seen long-term (possibly permanent) breast enhancement derived from my sperm, something we’d been working on in the lab for months. We had discussed having one of the other girls try it - that is, taking in my semen vaginally and orally, in the same brief period of time - to see if they would develop this permanent growth like Karen did, but no one wanted to take on the risk, or burden, of having lactating tits. Right now, with Heath dead, I figured our research would be set back several months. He was our best scientist, too, very methodical in his work. I shook my head, looking to Karen, noticing she had two large wet stains on her blouse. Her nipples were leaking again. I assume she hadn’t yet noticed. “Karen, I promise. I had no idea Heath was going to do this. If I had, I certainly would have advised against it, and I would have warned you immediately. Heath may have been jealous about my… circumstances… but I assure you it is a curse, and I want nothing more than to be free of this problem! Had Heath succeeded, he would be regretting it. I feel so bad for him and his family.” “Dr. Peterson at UMH is going to do an autopsy for us,” said Karen, scoffing at me. “We’ve had to call the authorities, of course. Your history may come up in this investigation.” “Anything I can do to help?” I asked. “Karen, I’m so sorry. I know you and Heath were good friends.” Karen wiped an eye and looked at some papers she was holding. “Phil is finishing up a meeting in Houston with one of our license-partners, then he’s flying straight back. Would you mind helping Heath’s wife with the funeral arrangements? I need to organize things with Alicia, and write a couple reports.” Karen’s voice was cracking. I guess her sorrow had shifted to anger in my presence, but now her emotions were getting the better of her. I know she didn’t like me, but Karen was not a hateful person. She had genuine feelings and was hurting right now. “Of course, give me her number and I’ll do whatever I can,” I said. “I’ll email you the details. Uh, when is the last time you jacked off?” “Last night,” I sighed. “Do it again, before you meet with her.” Karen didn’t want my pheromones creating any issues. I understood, of course, especially during such a sensitive time. “Okay,” I conceded. I noticed Karen held herself differently since her physical change. She was always assertive, sometimes even aggressively so, but now that she had such a striking figure, she appeared more confident, even in her grief. I headed to my office, prepared to do the deed when I bumped into Janice. “Oh, hey,” I said. “Hey,” she repeated, eyes darting to the floor. She stepped aside, allowing more space between us in the narrow hall. Ever since I filled her pussy with my cum, and she had to manage those milky, enormous globes for a week, she went out of her way to avoid me. I used to be a bit bashful, and I was certainly never one to be described as a go-getter, but considering all the events I’d been through, I was beginning to find it easier to broach uncomfortable subjects. I touched Janice on the shoulder. “Hey, stop a second. Look, I get it. I know why you are apprehensive around me, but please know, I masturbate daily so I don’t produce those pheromones. I will never be irresponsible with this, and I will not put you at risk.” Janice huffed and kind of turned red. “I… I guess… look, Brian. Just stay on your side of the fence, okay?” “That’s what I am telling you. I will do just that. I’m only asking you to ease up. You can relax around me. The times you were exposed to me was during the discovery phase. Every test and experiment we’ve done since then has been with willing participants, with other women. It is always going to be that way from now on. I miss your company and our conversations.” Janice nodded and walked off, hurriedly. In time, I hoped it would get better. It was later that afternoon I met with Heath’s wife, Amanda. I drove to her house and she let me in, expecting me. She led me to the kitchen where we sat at the table. I spoke, “They asked me to help you with the arrangements, and to do anything you require during this difficult time.” Amanda was cuter than I expected her to be. A short, dainty little thing, we had never been introduced before this. She was somber, but I don’t think the real grief had yet set in. Some people experience trauma in strange ways. “Is it true?” she asked. “He did it on purpose? He exposed himself to radiation on purpose?” Due to the liability, the company had to tell at least some of the truth, but I just wasn’t sure if they gave more details, like as to WHY he did it. “As far as I know, we really don’t have all the details, but on the surface, that is what it appears to be.” Amanda was shaking her head. “I thought we were happy. Suicide? Why would he do that?” “Ma'am, again, we don’t know for sure what it is, but I am sure you will discover all the details in due time. There is one thing I do know. Heath always spoke highly of you. He loved you.” The widow gazed up, giving me half a smile. “I don’t even know what I’m going to do.” “That’s why I’m here. Why don’t we just focus on the funeral arrangements? The company is covering all expenses, so you won’t have to worry about anything. I’ve arranged a meeting tomorrow morning with the funeral director, but we can make some of the decisions now in preparation. Is that okay?” Amanda sniffled and nodded. “Thank you,” she said. “Heath really loved his work, I know that. I want you to know I don’t find any of you at fault.” I held my breath. Had she known more details, perhaps she wouldn’t be saying that. I continued giving information to Amanda that I hoped would help reassure her and said, “I’ve been advised to tell you that the president of our company insists on matching and honoring Heath’s full pension. It’s a forty-five year guarantee.” Amanda sighed. “I don’t want to think about that right now, but thank you. It’s nice to know.” “How about we get a few of the basics covered?” Amanda looked like she needed the social company, even it was a sad setting. We sat at the kitchen table and went through the coffin selection, service options, floral arrangements, and a host of other details. In between, she peppered the conversation with memories of her and Heath together. “Thank you for helping me with this. Heath and I don’t have any family.” “What? No parents? Siblings?” “We were orphans, both placed in the same home in our late teens. We fell in love almost immediately. Later, when we got our independence, I worked two shifts at bars and diners, while I put Heath through college.” “Wow, a lucky guy,” I whispered. Now I better understood the bond they shared. Heath was probably more handsome in his youth, and his wife must have been incredibly attractive then. In her mid-40s, she certainly held it together. Pert, lithe and perky, even in this depressed state. “We never had kids. Maybe that fear of being orphaned, who knows? We enjoyed our freedom, but yeah, no family. Both Heath and I were shoveled from one foster home to another, until we finally aged out of the program.” We’d been working for some time and I needed to uncramp my legs and pee. “Amanda, would you mind pointing me to the restroom?” “Oh, you know what, Brian? It’s through the hall and to the left, but… well, If it weren’t for… you know what? Just follow me.” Amanda got up and touched my wrist. “It’s back here, but easier to walk you there than try to give you directions. I love this house, but the placement of the guest bathroom is terrible.” Amanda took me through the living room, and down a split hall that took a sharp left. She opened the first door to the right, leading into a bedroom. She pointed to a door on the left-side wall, from the interior door. “Through there. There’s no access from the hall, so it confuses people.” “No problem. Thank you.” I moved past her, opening the door to the bathroom. Amanda stepped away, heading back to the kitchen, I presumed. I presume a lot of things. If you’ve been keeping up with my story, you would know that it’s my propensity of relying on assumptions, and presumptions, that constantly causes me grief. Well, it happened again. This time, it was assuming that Amanda had actually left the room. See, at home, when I am alone, or when I know my sister is asleep in her room, I have habits that are a bit more lax than most. I’m not gross or anything, I just don’t typically close the door when I go to the bathroom for a quick tinkle. As Amanda and I were the only ones in the house - and I thought she had walked back to the kitchen, I didn’t bother closing the door behind me. Why bother with a bedroom, hallway and living room between me, and the only other person in the house? I whipped out my cock and prepared for business. To this day, I am impressed by its hefty weight while it’s in its flaccid state. Ever since the work incident, it’s been like this. I lifted the toilet lid, and was just starting the stream when I heard Amanda’s voice. “Oh hey, I haven’t checked lately, but if you need more toilet paper, it’s under the sink.” When I heard her, my heart sank. She sounded very close. Too close… and before I got a chance to respond, her head popped around the door. Now I can only assume that the reason Amanda would poke her head into the bathroom, is because she believed I hadn’t started using it, as evidenced by the open door, I’m guessing. Perhaps she thought that I was in front of the mirror or something, or just about to close the door. Who knows? But the point is, I was standing just a few feet away from the door, aiming my peter into the water bowl when she saw me. The toilet is ninety degrees from the door, so I was angled with my side to her, and everything was clearly in her line of sight. “Amanda, no!” I yelled, attempting to turn and block my large cock from her view, but by then I was too far in to stop, and I couldn’t fully turn away. “Oh, I am so sorry, Brian!” answered Amanda, but instead of darting back out, she stepped further into the bathroom. “The uh… the door was open, so I thought maybe you were trying to find the toilet paper or something. I didn’t mean to…” “It’s okay,” I said, as I tried to shift my back to her more, yet Amanda kept inching forward, angling herself around to get a better peek. “Do you… do you think you could let me finish?” I asked. “Oh, again, I am so sorry. How thoughtless of me. I was just thinking.. well, gosh… I don’t know exactly…” As Amanda spoke, she continued creeping closer. I pushed the muscles in my bladder, trying to relieve myself as quickly as possible. This was getting awkward. If Alicia saw my penis, and I think she did, she was having the same reaction every other woman has: the insatiable desire to swallow my semen. I tried to slow her down. “Ma'am, I uh… I could really finish easier if you would please step back.” Amanda stopped, but she didn’t step back. Instead, she tilted sideways, and this time, finally caught a clear look at my long, thick shaft. I wasn’t sure how appealing it was with pee streaming out of it, but I couldn’t help it. I had to finish. “Brian, I have to… I have to…” Her voice was trembling, fingertips at her lips. I turned to her while still in mid-stream, lifting her chin up to meet my

Irresistible Johnson: Part 2

IRRESISTIBLE JOHNSON: PART 2 JOHNSON’S MUTANT SPERM POWERS GROW STRONGER. By AnonymousPerv [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1367666&page=submissions]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/IrresistibleJohnson2.mp3] at Steamy Stories [http://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/IrresistableJohnson2.jpg] Chapter 2 I had cum so many times in a cup recently that my wrist needed a brace. The team had been trying desperately to discover what was in my semen that might be the catalyst to breast growth, but nothing in our investigations could discern anything. The chemical composition appeared to be the same as a normal man’s, and the sperm count was on the high side of normal. In the meantime, we’d also been giving Laura Pine daily doses of my jizz. She blew me every morning, first thing. Usually, her breasts were back to normal (for her, small) within 24 hours. On a few occasions, she sucked me off multiple times a day. Her tits erupted to insane sizes, but no changes in patterns seemed to help make the effects last longer, or be permanent. The team had gone straight into working a way to put my sperm into a pill form, anyway, to see if that would do anything. There had been no positive test results as of yet. It was Laura who got the idea one morning to try something different. She met with me, Phil and Heath and offered an experiment. “Hey, we keep trying this pill out and it never works. We can’t figure out what makes Brad’s sperm so special, either. I want to do something different.” I was getting antsy. By now, Laura was usually sucking me off. Why was she not getting straight to it? I knew I’d be jerking off into a cup several times later in the day, so I always enjoyed getting some real attention. It broke that monotony. “What ya got?” asked Heath. “I want Brad to masturbate today, as you probably need him to, anyway.” “Uh.. okay. We were hoping to get some samples today, yes.” “Let me drink it. We have never once thought to just see if it works by drinking it.” Phil and Heath’s eyes lit up. “My god, you’re right,” said Phil. “Laura, go round everyone else up. Bring them to the conference room. Brad, go do your thing. Be sure to get all of it in the cup.” “I’m getting good at that,” I said. I left and went to what we had termed ‘the chamber’ some time ago. It was just a private room with a desk, a chair, and a computer with internet access. I took off my pants and underwear and spent about ten minutes, as usual, trying to find something decent to ‘land on’ and push through this boring business. Once my cock got stiff in my hand, I knew within a couple minutes I’d be unloading in the cup. With expert skills, I snatched the cup with my left hand just prior to shoving my cock it. To avoid splash-back, I squeezed the muscles of my shaft as ropes of cum filled the empty container. I suppose there were worse ways to make a living. I put a lid on the cup and cleaned up after myself with a few wet tissues. I then repeated the pat-down with some dry ones. After pulling up my jeans and situating myself, I finally went to the conference room. “Oh, good,” said Heath, taking the cup from me as I came through the doors. “Have a seat,” he said, pointing to one of the empty ones. All the others were also seated around the table, and Laura happened to be at the end. Heath made his way to her and handed her the cup, just I finished settling in my chair. “Here goes nothing,” she said. She held up the cup and guzzled as much as she could in one attempt. She went back a bit to lick it up with her tongue. “Huh?” she said. “What is it, Laura?” asked Phil. Laura looked over at Phil and Heath and then at me and the others situated around the table. “You know how Brad usually tastes okay? Like it isn’t revolting or anything. At least, it never has been for me.” Karen Langdon, the one who genuinely despised me, rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. She was none too pleased she had sucked me off four times now, the last because she wanted to surprise her new boyfriend with big tits. “Yes, we know, she said. “Get on with it.” “This is… this is… this is so, so different.” Laura then reached into the cup with two fingers and swirled them around the inside, trying to get whatever remnants were left over. She then quickly shoved the two fingers into her mouth. “Oh, mph, gd,” she said. It almost sounded like “Oh my god.” She finally pulled her fingers back and said. “That is the most delicious thing I have ever tasted. Ever. It’s like caviar on steroids.” “What?” asked Janice, stunned. “Probably a fluke. Something he ate?” Janice was seated next to me, closest to the conference room doors. She was the house skeptic and was more eager than anyone to break the science behind the phenomena of women getting big tits after swallowing my cum. Janice was also the only woman on the team who hadn’t sucked me off and swallowed it, but that wasn’t by her accounts because she hated the idea of blowing me. It’s because she already has enormous tits. By enormous, I don’t mean D cups. I know a musical scale goes up to G. I’m guessing she does, too. The idea of allowing Janice to get even bigger tits, if only for a day, mortified everyone; not just her. Phil or Heath had once joked about it, but even they weren’t that cruel. “What did you eat last night, Brad?” asked Janice. She was still watching Laura lick and suck her fingers. I shrugged my shoulders. “Same stuff I always do. I had ramen noodles and a PB&J.” “Do any drugs? Ingest or inhale anything out of the ordinary?” “Not that I can think of.” Phil raised his hand. “Brad, do you mind repeating this one more time.” I did the proverbial “do-I-have-to-shuffle” that one might see when asking their kid to take out the trash. “This time, I don’t want you to hesitate. When you’re getting sucked off, the women swallow your semen the moment it comes out. I want to see if there is window of time thing here.” “I see. Makes sense,” I said. I looked over at Laura. “I’ll be back.” “Please do! If it’s going to taste that good. Fucking hurry!” The other girls’ jaws were all open, looking Laura on, in disbelief. In their minds, she was turning into a cum-dumpster, always sucking off Brad, always getting such great tits every day, all day. It was difficult for Karen to admit, but she envied Laura. She would kill to have kept those tits permanent. She really hoped the team could crack this puzzle. This time, when I made it to the chamber, I took off my underwear and put my pants halfway back on, before doing my business. This way, after I squeezed out the last drop, I was able to quickly yank my pants up and rush to the conference room. It couldn’t have been thirty second from ejaculation to ingestion, as Laura snagged the cup from me the moment I arrived. She stepped back, almost like she was going to walk back to her chair, but she only made it about halfway. Laura began squirming and it became more and more obvious that she was horny. Straight up horny. “Fuck yes,” she said, slurping up the cum in the cup. She ran her tongue across the rim of the cup and then round and round in her mouth, allowing the taste to linger as long as possible before allowing it to pour down her throat. She then repeated her method of using two fingers to wipe up all the sperm in the cup. “Just like before, huh?” asked Jennifer. “I swear, better than the first time, even.” Laura paused and looked at me. “I’m not sure I want to suck you off anymore. I’d rather enjoy this flavor over having big tits.” It was then I noticed Laura’s tits hadn’t yet gotten bigger from swallowing that first load, like they do when she sucks me off. “Well, who’s to say you’re in the right for thinking you deserve either,” I objected. “Do I have no say in this experiment?” Heath shook his head. “You’re the one who messed up, Brad. Least you can do is ride along and let us figure this thing out. We will all be very rich if we crack this.” Heath was right about messing up. I should have been fired long ago. Laura looked at Phil and Heath. “You could sell this as-is, in a can, and people would pay good money for it. I’m guessing more than caviar, sincerely.” She looked up at me. “Rarer than caviar, too.” “Hey, I am not a factory machine, capable of pumping out gallons of jizz.” “It could be priced appropriately.” Then there was a very brief paused before she Laura made out a loud moan. “Umm; Hmm!!!” As Laura had been chatting up the idea of making a Brad Johnson Delicatessen, she inexplicable reeled into an uncontrollable orgasm. Her legs crossed and her tan business slacks became soaked in the crotch, so much liquid, one could wring it out. Laura’s left hand went to her left breast and she squeezed the nipple through her clothing as hard as she could. “Yes!” she screamed. Now, her other hand made it to her crotch and began stroking at what could only be described as an unnatural speed. Aggravated, Laura ripped off the top buttons of her pants, and shoved them, along with her panties, to the floor. She crammed her middle two fingers of her right hand into her pussy, and repeated the excessively fast stroking. “Laura, are you okay?” asked Karen, jumping up, cautiously moving toward Laura. Laura looked over at her and in her groans and moans, managed to quickly nod her head. “You’re okay?” Now Laura nodded with more exaggeration and more slowly, her eyebrows turned up in ecstasy. There was no denying she was enjoying getting off. “Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes,” Laura muttered, while looking down to watch her hands slam herself in the vagina. It looked so incredibly hot to her. In fact, everything in the room and around her made her horny. Drinking sperm in front of coworkers had made her horny. So horny. But now, with everyone watching her fuck herself… it drove her to the edge. Soon, she came again and finally fell back into a chair, legs spread wide. Karen rushed to her aid, checking her pulse and heart rate. “Breathe in, Laura. Breathe in.” But instead of breathing, Laura began laughing. Then that laughter grew louder and even a bit wicked. Karen, somewhat startled, edged back. Softly, she said, “Laura, I know I keep asking this, but are you okay? Can you describe what you are feeling?” This time, Laura shook her head and instead pointed at me. Or rather, my crotch. As I was standing on the same side of the table as Laura, but nearer the doors, I was clearly in her sight. I must have been the first thing that caught her attention after her intense orgasm. Laura had monopolized the attention of everyone in the room from the moment I’d arrived, and no one had noticed that my pants had come undone and fallen to the floor. Not even me. We were far too busy watching Laura pound herself, like some out of control animal in heat. Anyway, I must not have buttoned properly when I jolted out of the chamber to bring the sperm to Laura as quickly as possible. Janice, who I was standing closest to, followed Laura’s pointed finger to my cock, and instantly her eyes went wide. She then looked up to my eyes, then slowly back down to her cleavage that she was displaying while seated beneath me. Taking the advice from Karen that was meant for Laura, Janice took a deep breath in. She then looked up at me one last time. “I am so fucked,” she said. And a moment later, Janice was on her knees giving me the best blowjob of my life. Chapter 3 “Brian, I think we’re going to have to go at this a different way,” said Heath. “We’ve been hacking at this for months going nowhere.” “And I could really use a break,” I said. It was true. For four months now, I had been subjected to daily blowjobs from Laura. Not to mention the occasional ones I got from the other girls. This, coupled with having to jerk off in a cup almost every day, sometimes multiple times a day… well, I just needed to give my penis a rest. “Why don’t you take a week off,” said Phil. “All of us. We’ll come back refreshed and have the whole team sit around the conference table. We’ll discuss our findings, or lack thereof, and possible future approaches, before continuing on. Sound good?” Laura overheard and seemed displeased she would go a week without the benefits of sucking me off, but Janice seemed empathetic. She’d been listening in on the whole conversation, too. The one time she sucked me off, that poor girl had to be taken home in a U-Haul. Her poor tits were so heavy she could barely stand. Thankfully, the effects always wear off within 24 hours or so. “You deserve a break,” said Janice to me, before turning to the others. “I’ll send out an email to everyone that we’re taking next week off, and we met back in the conference room at 8 a.m. the following Monday. Staying home, away from the chaos and stress of work, and secluding myself from the world was the best vacation I could ask for. Being the center of attention all the time is wearing. By the time Sunday rolled around, I must have watched three dozen movies, cooked every day for myself, and even finished a couple books. I realized I hadn’t spent one second beating off or getting serviced by some woman. I really hoped that when we re-examined how we could further test and monetize by mutant sperm, it would involve me beating off a lot less. Usually, when I walk in at 8, I head straight to my office where Laura is waiting to suck me off. I didn’t even bother heading there now. Hopefully, today would mark a real change. "Oh, hi Brian,” said Janice, when I pushed through the conference room doors. Phil and Heath were already there, and just as I found a seat to the left of Janice, Laura, Jennifer and one of my other bosses, Karen, strolled in. Janice coughed and tugged at the top of her blouse. “Well, okay then. Everyone is here. Shall we get started?” Jennifer sat to my left and Laura and Karen now sat across with the two men in the room. Phil raised his hand. “Let’s address the obvious. Our goal is to discover a way to synthesize Brian’s sperm to put it into a pill form - or any form, for that matter - that would allow women to receive the same benefits as if they sucked him off. That is, they get a temporary breast enhancement.” Heath was kind of rolling his hands, indicating every one in the room knew this, so to get on with it, but Phil liked to be thorough. “Is it hot in here?” asked Janice, interrupting, while unbuttoning a couple of buttons. With her huge tits, she already exposed a decent amount of cleavage. Now the top third of her breasts were practically spilling out. “Yeah, it is a bit, I think,” said Jennifer. “But you don’t have to strip,” she laughed. Phil shook his head and continued, “Under the microscope, we’ve discovered not one thing different between Brian’s sperm, and the sperm of any other healthy adult male.” I noticed Jennifer reached up and gave her left breast a light squeeze. “Healthy adult male…” she mumbled. I turned to Phil and Heath to see if they saw what I just saw, but by then Jennifer had put her hand away. “However, when ingested in its natural state, Brian’s sperm is… well, according to Laura and the other girls now… delicious. Yet the two men we hired to come taste test it did not find it appealing at all.” That was true, we had done all kinds of taste tests these past months. “Umm, guys?” interrupted Janice. “Do you mind? This… uh… ” “Yes, what is it?” asked Phil. “I’m uh… just feeling a little strange… hot. I need to cool down or I am going to pass out.” “Do you need to lay down?” I asked, leaning in closer to Janice. As her chair was next to mine, I was able to touch her on the shoulder. “Are you feeling sick?” I asked. She looked at me. “No, not sick. Just, umm… guys, I need a minute.” Janice abruptly hopped up and ran out of the conference room. The rest of us were stunned by the sudden departure. “She is right, you know,” said Karen. “This room… or something… it’s making me kind of hot.” “Me too,” said Jennifer. “but not like hot hot. You know…” “Thank God I’m not the only one,” said Laura. “Jesus Christ!” Then Laura quickly pulled her purse off the floor and began digging through it. “I sometimes use this when I get too horny, but it has never been needed more.” All the men in the room jaws dropped as Laura procured an eight inch vibrator, with clitoral stimulator and all. Within seconds, she had stripped herself of her skirt and panties and was leaning back in her chair. “Oh my god, I really need to fuck someone right now. I don’t know if this is going to do it!” Laura then rammed that vibrator, and not before turning it on maximum, right into her open pussy, to the disbelief of everyone in the room. Well, the men, anyway. The other two women seemed to be getting as turned on as Laura, and they both began undressing. “Damn it!” screamed Heath. “Brian, did you do anything different?” “No! I swear!” I was being completely honest. “Come on, you had to have done something! How else to explain this phenomena?” “I swear, Heath. I haven’t even beaten off in a week. I came straight here. I didn’t fuck anyone or show anyone my dick all week!” While I protested, Laura rammed herself with the vibrator, while the other two girls finger-banged themselves. I tried not to let it distract me from the conversation. I didn’t want to get in trouble again. “Wait a minute,” said Phil. “So you’re saying you haven’t had any sexual release in a week?” “Yes!” I yelled. Heath and Phil looked at other and paused. Then, Phil said, “Pheromones.” Of course, it hit me and I stated as much, “You think my pent up sperm is somehow affecting these women? They all seem to be craving the need for intercourse.” “Yes! screamed the girls, in unison. "I think that explains it,” said Heath, shaking his head. “Is there no end in sight to these 'gifts’ of yours?” I looked at the three girls in the room, all pounding themselves, but each, in their own way, begging for the real thing. I then looked back to Phil and Heath. “Well, there are three of us.” “No!” screamed Karen. “Just you! I need you to fuck me.” Karen hated me. She always hated me. The fact she had blown me and sucked me off sometimes drove her nuts, I knew that, yet here she was begging to be fucked by me. “Use me!!” she screamed. “My pussy is yours!” “No, me!” screamed Jennifer. “I’ll let you fuck me in the ass!” Janice jumped up and pulled at my hardening crotch. “No, me! Let me fuck you, Brian. I’ve always wanted to fuck you.” Heath slammed his fist on the table. “God damn it! Why do YOU get all the benefits out of this?” “I didn’t ask for this,” I protested. Those protests landed on unsympathetic ears when Janice pulled my pants and underwear off, almost with superhuman strength. S

Helen the Housekeeper: Part 2

HELEN THE HOUSEKEEPER: PART 2 HELEN IS THE BIRTHDAY SURPRISE GIFT Based on the posts by  Dina Petro [ https://www.aneroticstory.com/authors/Dina%20Petro]. Listen to the ►Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/HelenTheHousekeeper2.mp3] at Steamy Stories [ https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/HelenTheHousekeeper2.jpg] I reported to the house I was given instructions to go to for house cleaning, I was received by the woman, who greeted me and let me in. The owners were a middle-aged couple, both real good-looking and in good health and shape, wealthy as well. They live in a nice, huge, fancy house, no kids. After greeting me, Jonny, the man who was in his mid-forties excused himself and went to his home office to work. The housewife, Sara, was a super good looking, busty and curvy woman of early forties at the most. She took me by hand and we started walking around the house, talking about the job needed. Sara told me she needed my services because she wanted their house to look super clean and fancy for the upcoming birthday party within a couple of days, I asked “Whose birthday is it, yours, or Johnny’s?” She said, “It is Johnny’s, I am not sure what to tell you Helen, I have been thinking so hard for the past period, I really want to make this year’s birthday very special to him, he has been so nice to me all year round.” I said, “Maybe I can help you; do you have anything special on your mind?” She said, “Anything that could be the surprise of his life, I was trying to make a surprise that he had never had or even expected.” She looked at me saying, “Helen, you are not going to be cleaning while wearing that dress, are you?” I said, “why not? Would you prefer I wore the maid uniforms?” She giggled saying, “No honey, I am not all that complicated, I just think it is a waste to get that sexy dress all wet and full of grease and dirt.” She did not wait for my answer, she just pulled me by the hand saying, “Come on follow me, let me find you something simple and comfortable to work with, mind you we will be both working hand in hand, so I have to change my clothes too.” We walked to her master bedroom upstairs, she asked me to take the dress off while she was looking in her closet for the proper dress or garment for me. I said shyly, “Sara, I have no underwear under my dress, no bra and no panties, I just feel it is much more comfortable working that way.” She smiled saying, “I agree, the best way to do it, mind you, I have no undies under my dress either.” She lifted her dress up, pulled it out over her head, revealing a hot set of real huge, firm and sexy tits, a silky soft body all over, a clean, super sexy cunt with a small bush over it. I simply loved what I was looking at. I did not want to stair for long, so I did the same. I pulled my dress off and on the side. Sara seemed to lose control over herself, she was looking me up and down, checking my whole nude body in front of her, she smiled saying “Helen, I knew you looked super-hot and gorgeous, but honest, I did not expect you to have such a sexy, breath-taking body.” I smiled shyly while looking downward and saying softly, “Thanks, I am flattered Sara.” She nodded smiling, but her eyesight was totally fixated over my nude body. Although I am a real slut who is fully experienced sex-wise, men and women; but I felt uncomfortable by the way she was looking at me and checking my body out. I figured she was bisexual and liked what she saw. I tried to break the silence by placing one hand over my tits, the other hand over my cunt as if covering up and saying, hey Sara, you seem to like what you see, are you bisexual by the way?” As if she had almost woken up as of a sudden, she giggled loudly saying, “I am sorry, I didn't mean it, and not really, I am not bisexual, but I am very curious about other women, almost making me bi.” A strange look was drawn over my face after her strange answer, and she continued saying “But, what makes me spaced staring at your gorgeous, sexy body is not what you have on mind, it is something totally different, to be honest with you? I think I have just found the answer to what had been keeping my mind busy.” I said, “What do you mean? What did you find?” She said, “I think I know what the surprise I am going to offer to my beloved hubby for his birthday.” I said, “Really? That makes me happy. I am glad it is my body that was giving you the hint to the answer. But what is it, if I may ask?” She said, “Of course you may, it is you Helen, your own body.” I said, What? What do you mean Sara, what does my body has to do with your husband’s birthday?” Smiling and looking so happy, she put what she had in her hands down, walked closer to me, hugged me real close saying, “Helen, I like you and I am sure you will be willing to help me solve this problem won’t you?” I said, “Yes of course, I like you too Sara, very much. I would do anything to help, but please elaborate a little and let me understand what you have on your naughty mind?” She said, “Honey, I know it is not part of your job and you came to this house as a cleaning girl, the sexiest and best-looking cleaning girl I have ever seen or met, the pay will be different and very generous of course.” I smiled saying, “Thanks I am flattered again. But I still do not understand what you want me to do.” She said, “I want to do something that I have never done before, not even thought about doing it, and I want your full help and support by all means please, I want to offer your gorgeous, hot, sexy body for my own beloved husband as his birthday surprise gift.” I was totally shocked, my lower jaw almost dropped to the floor, I said, “You must be hallucinating Sara, you don’t mean what you have said, do you? Do not tell me you want your own husband to fuck me?” She nodded with the biggest smile over her face saying, “honey, I am not drunk, I am fully sane. And yes, I want my husband to fuck and enjoy that lovely body of yours, and please you of course to the best he could.” I almost screamed loud when Sara stood right behind me, placed her hand over my mouth, rubbed her crotch to my ass. We were both nude. She rubbed my tits with her other hand, whispering in my ears, “honey, I know you will do this and I know for sure you will love it, you don’t seem to be a child, you are an adult who looks like an experienced girl.” I calmed down, kind of liked the way she was feeling my body and rubbing my tits, pinching my nipples, I said, “well, Yes, I am not a child, I am a fully experienced woman when it comes to sex, but I am not a whore and where will you be while your husband fucks me?” Sara turned around, came to me face to face. She hugged me and gave me a nice long passionate kiss on the lips. She whispered in my ears softly, “honey, do not fool yourself, we are all whores, we are sluts when it comes to enjoying a nice, long, thick cock. I am a whore and a slut too, mind you. I will be right here with you. I will lick your cunt making you cum nonstop while he fucks me. And when it is your turn to be fucked, I want to feed you my cunt till I cum in your mouth. Don’t you want to make it a special experience for me to have sex with a woman for the first time in my life?” I could not resist all the appetizers she was offering me, herself, her husband’s cock, and money over and above all. How could any woman resist or refuse. I hugged her so close and started kissing her on the lips with our tongues circling in each other mouth, same time, my hand was down in between her legs, finger fucking her wet cunt and rubbing her bullet hard clit. As we parted I said, “Yes Sara, I will do all of that for you, but how are you going to arrange all of that and when?” She said, “Now, nothing is better than now honey, it is going to be an advanced surprise gift for Johnny. But let me ask you first, do you have any problem with big cocks? Do you like them?” I shook my head with a no. Then I giggled saying, “don’t we all sluts like big cocks, don’t tell me he has a big one?” She nodded saying, “very big, long and thick too, what about anal, can you handle such huge cock in your ass?” I laughed saying, “Balls deep up my ass no matter how long and how thick it is.” She laughed saying, “That makes two of us. Johnny loves fucking my ass, and I am sure he wants to fuck yours as well.” Sara asked me to take a seat. She arranged the bed. She sprayed lots of perfumes of the type her husband loves and thinks is erotic. She asked me to lay down on bed and she used some gift wrap ribbon. She placed it over my shoulder to my waist with a red flower taped to it, right over my cunt. She told me to sit still and went to get her husband. A few minutes later, she walked in hand in hand with Johnny, her hubby, but he was blindfolded, she made him stand facing the bed and me, a couple of feet away and after starting some music; the happy birthday song, she unfolded the blind fold over his eyes. Johnny almost went crazy over what he had seen, the nicely arranged bed in his bedroom, me fully nude with a gift wrap ribbon over my body. His wife fully nude as well, with the same ribbon of gift wrap. He was looking around like a crazy one who was totally lost, not understanding anything around him. He said, “what is going on Sara? What is all of this about?” Sara got closer to her husband, hugged him so close, gave him a long passionate kiss on the lips, then parted saying, “This young, gorgeous, sexy hot woman’s body is going to be your surprise gift for your birthday. I want you to enjoy her all you can, and of course along with my body same time, no rush, we have all night long.” He said, “Honey, we have never talked about this. Are you sure you know what you are doing? Can you handle it? I can’t have sex with another woman Sara, I am married to you, and I love you deeply.” Placing her hand over his already rock hard cock, she said, “Honey, I know what I am doing. I know we have not talked about it, but I know you can, and will, fuck her and me together. If your mind is slow to comprehend, your cock has a different point of view. Look how hard your cock is, Johnny babe.” Without waiting for any answer from her hubby, Sara, started stripping him out of his clothes while he was standing there looking at me, and at her; fully naked for his own services. Sara came next to me on bed and laid down on her back, both of us spreading our legs, while Johnny was on his knees at the lower end of the bed checking our bodies out. Just like a child who got a new gift and so happy with it, he kissed both of us on the lips, one after another, then used both of his hands to rub our tits. Then he was going down with both hands over our belly’s and started rubbing our cunts, one in each hand. Johnny said, “Honey, true you said we have all night, but I do not think I can wait while in the middle of heaven that I am in.” Sara laughed saying, “who is stopping you babe, we are all yours. By all means.” He was licking our pussies one after another till, we both came. Then Sara and I shared sucking on his huge cock for a few minutes. Sara suggested starting the serious action. She told me to lay on my back, spread my legs, and curve them forming a v shape, she asked Johnny to get on his knees between my legs. She started sucking on Johnny’s cock till it was rock hard, then she licked my cunt till I was so ready to be fucked. In her own hand, she held her husband’s cock and started pushing it slowly in my cunt, and he fucked me like a real whore deserves to be fucked. At other times, Johnny was fucking his wife doggy, while she was eating my cunt or sucking on my nipples. We switched positions many times that night, and fucked in every possible way. Once Johnny was tired and was relaxing, Sara and I were licking each other’s pussies in a sixty-nine position, then we scissored cunts till we were screaming our heads. and cumming like fountains. When we were relaxing, Johnny leaned over his wife, saying, “Honey, it seems like I am discovering lots of things tonight that I had never dreamt would happen! One thing, I could never believe you would let me fuck another woman while you are watching, or participating in the action. The second thing, I never knew you liked women and you were bisexual.” She laughed saying, “Honey, none of this was planned ahead. It was a spontaneous idea that I thought about; presenting Helen’s body for you, as a birthday gift. And it just happened. But I loved it, honest! Regarding my being bisexual, you are right. I had never known it, either. I knew I was curious, but it is the first time in my life I had actual sex with another woman, I loved it too. Did you?” He nodded saying, “Yes I sure did. I found it a turn-on too, for me.” She said, laughing out loud, “What is it exactly you have loved? Me licking another woman’s cunt, or me presenting another cunt for you to lick and fuck while I watch?” We were all laughing very loud, and his answer came, “I have to be honest, Both!” Based on the posts by  Dina Petro [ https://www.aneroticstory.com/authors/Dina%20Petro]  TWO OLDER MEN I was called by the office and informed of having a cleaning job to perform, they gave me the address and time to be there, at the exact time I was ringing the doorbell, an older man who was at least in his late sixties or early seventies opened the door for me, from the first moment, he seemed to be a nice man with lots of flirting habits, he was always smiling and giggling. I greeted him smiling and saying, “you have called the cleaning service requiring a maid Sir?” He nodded smiling and saying “Yes ma’am.” I said “I am Helen, your cleaning lady Sir, and I am at your service.” With a wide smile he said, “come in please.” He held my hand high leading me in talking to another man saying, “Hey Jim, look, can you believe it, does this queen look like a maid?” Walking further in, I noticed another older man about the same age standing there, he giggled answering “what? A maid, how could that be John, no fucking way, who could believe that?” I was dressed in very short pair of denim shorts, a short T-top revealing my tummy and belly button area and a pair of high heeled, short boots, almost enough for me to clean comfortably, although we all know that cleaning houses was never my main intention when I started taking this job in intervals while having free time, I always had other intentions of making easier money by flirting with clients and homeowners, that is why I try to dress in seductive clothing, but not enough to look like a slut. Both older men, who were old enough to be my grand daddies, held both of my hands walked me into their living room, asked me to have a seat, Jim said “no one could ever convince me that you are a maid sweetie, you look like a queen to me, that both of us old farts could be your servants.” We all laughed so loud, but they sure looked very rich to me, from their house and other hints I had, I answered softly in a feminine soft, sexy voice “I am not a maid Sir, I am a grad student, but I do this job partially to make enough money to help me out till graduation, it is an easy job with flexible working hours, anything wrong with that?” Both older men had nothing to do with shyness, very brave and direct forward, they were both checking my body up and down, right, and left, as if I was merchandise they wanted to buy, which did not upset me at all. It pleased me, in a way. Kind of turned me on, believe it or not. John seemed to be the homeowner and Jim was his visiting friend, they were having fun, playing cards or so before my arrival, I was seated in the middle of a wide, spacy couch in the living room, both men sat on both of my sides, very close to me almost touching my sides. They were big flirts, as I have mentioned earlier, but their flirting wasn’t of any annoying type, it was pleasure to me, especially that they are very old both, and I happen to be the type of woman who enjoys the company of older people a lot. And I enjoy making them happy and pleasing them in any way I can. Their intentions of sexual flirting and appraising my body, checking it out was hard to mess, but that did not annoy me either. I am the sex-loving woman who would not mind pleasing them in anyway, if it was with benefits in return, which I had on mind by doing the cleaning lady or maid job anyway. John looked me in the eyes with a wide smile, lifted his hand up stretched it till it was over my thigh but not touching it about a fracture of an inch high. He looked at his hand, my thigh, then back at my eyes, smiling and asking, “May I feel them?” Without thinking twice, I nodded smiling and saying “Sure, go ahead Sir.” He felt my thigh, rubbing his hand softly over it up and down, closing his eyes, making hums, and sounds saying “wow John, this feels like a truly genuine silk! She is the prettiest woman I have ever seen, soft too.” He kept his hand moving over my thigh. We all laughed loud when he said, “by the way, I don’t want you to call me ‘Sir’ any more. My name is John, and this big old fart is Jim. Don’t you ever believe you are a maid in this house. Forget it! Consider the maid job is done already and well paid for. But you are now our honorable guest, let’s enjoy it and have fun?” I smiled, looking him in the eyes, saying “fun? What kind of fun do you guys have on mind?” He laughed saying “any kind our beauty queen would allow us to have.” By then it was my time to be smart and naughty at the same time, holding the stick from the middle by saying “well, thanks for considering the cleaning job done and paid for, but you do not expect having fun would be at the same price, do you?” I made it sound like a joke, but I was literally asking if they would pay money for having any fun they liked with me, and I think they both got the hint, properly and directly. They both seemed pleased to hear it, as well, as they were super rich. It looked to me that money was never an issue for them. They also did not want to make it sound like hooking or so. John was still feeling and rubbing my thigh going upwards to high levels almost touching the edges of my cunt under my denim shorts lose leg, same time, while we were talking, Jim felt jealous, he lifted his hand over my other thigh and looked me in the eyes, I smiled nodding, he was feeling and rubbing my other thigh as well. After mentioning the money issue, they both looked at each other smiling happily and John said “of course not, I believe fun with a gorgeous woman like yourself is priceless and not many men could fall into heaven like that ea