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Click hereShe would eventually need him to cum on other parts of her body, inside her mouth and ass most notably, but for now she was absolutely addicted to feeling his juices running down, between and over her titties
The was no knowing how long they would have stayed like that because a *ding* rung from across the room. Someone was in Molly's elevator.
Paul panicked for a second thinking the doors were going to open and someone was going to walk in and see him naked and impaled. Molly quickly soothed his worry.
"The doors won't open until I answer it, like a regular door. Relax. It's probably Grace with the stuff I asked her to bring for you."
"She knows you're a dickgirl right? And what position I was actually interviewing for?"
"Yes...", said Molly hesitantly, worried her beautiful morning was going to turn sour.
Something clicked for Paul, "Grace is a dickgirl too, isn't she? Tall, big tits, crazy hot."
"Yes," Molly repeated, "Does that bother you?"
"Oh, my sweet girl. I can literally feel your dick softening in my ass as we speak. Why would one more dick in the room bother me?...you know, as long as this job isn't to 'inspire' her as well?"
Molly laughed and shook her head.
"That's good. My ass is a mess and couldn't handle being a muse for more dickgirls." He leaned up and kissed her, squeezing his ass around her cock in the process, "I also wouldn't want to be seen as greedy, know what I mean?"
The elevator dinged again.
"No," said Molly, slipping out of Paul the final few inches, "we wouldn't want that."
She leaned down and kissed him again before getting up and moving to answer the door. She didn't bother covering up, which Paul thought was odd because he was currently frantically moving to hide himself with the bed covers.
Pressing a button, Molly opened the elevator and Grace walked in. She stopped short at seeing Molly unashamedly naked, oiled, and covered in cum.
She looked at Molly, then to the bed where Paul was sitting. She stared until he awkwardly waved to her, then brought her attention bock to Molly.
"On the first day?" Grace asked quietly, sounding more worried than anything else.
"Yes. We'll talk about it later. Did you bring what I asked?"
Grace nodded and handed Molly the bag she was holding.
"Thank you," she said. "I also need you to get Paul a laptop with all the editing software he might need. He'll be starting his new job later today."
"Looks like he's already started," said Grace with a smirk. She leaned in conspiratorially, "Are you going to share?"
They both knew she was just being a smartass, but Molly couldn't help the anger she felt at the idea of Grace touching Paul. It must have shown on her face because Grace backed up quickly in surprise.
"Shit. Sorry, Molly. I was kidding."
"I know," she replied, calming herself, "like I said, we'll talk about it later."
Grace nodded and went back into the elevator.
"Should have the laptop for him soon, I'll leave it on the desk in your office downstairs. Will he be needing an office as well?"
"No. Bring a workspace into mine for him."
"Sure."
"Thank you much, we should both be down... after breakfast."
"I have no idea what that means with you standing there dripping."
"Bye, Grace," said Molly, closing the doors.
Paul called from the bed, "Did I hear breakfast? I'm crazy hungry after all this work I've been doing."
"I'll bet," said Molly walking back to him, "and you've performed more than exemplary so far. Here," she said handing him the bag, "some clothes. It's going to be a busy day, which may or may not require them."
- COMMENTS
Colonelinguist9 months agoMost of commenters here have already mentioned numerous times that a bit of earnest editing wouldn’t have hurt your wonderful story. All authors require it, even the famous ones.
And yet after all is said and done, you wrote story that was a real treat for my imagination and I thoroughly enjoyed your use of words like ‘girlcock,’ ‘titfuck’ and ‘dickgirl’ and the he way you designed this - Molly and Paul’s sexual activities didn’t seem gay at all. Your Molly is all girl, a Dickgirl but a real woman just the same, only more direct than many females In speaking her mind about what she requires from a man like Paul. I’m glad he was taller his predecessors and that you didn’t make him an effeminate character in this story.
Anonymousalmost 2 years agoOne of the best dick-girl stories. In contrast to similar stories, she not dominating him. Those can be good, but this one is great. It seems to be developing into a romance rather than just a business relationship. This really is wonderful. One of my absolute favorites if this ilk. I hope you will continue with many more chapters. 5++++++
Charletteabout 2 years agoThis story was so outrageous. Yet so wonerful !
Once I started reading and got into it, there was no way in hell I was going to stop until I had read it all.
You really do need a good edtitor !
Day after tomorrow as i drink my morning coffee i will be free to jump into part 02, as i see it is ready and waiting to be taken by hungry eyes.
Bits of this story will filter through my mind until then.
My body continues to twitch and jump as it did while reading part 01.
Thank you.
ShortyMacabout 2 years agoSorry about my previous rant. I totally loved this story. Great plot well written and erotic at the same time. I hope you continue with the story line. I have to wonder if they fall in love?
ShortyMacabout 2 years agoI had a black transsexual friend that Molly could have been based on.met Summer in 2017 when we were both homeless staying at the Veterans Village of San Diego. We became good friends. 5 months later I got an apt. Once a week Summer came over for dinner and a movie. This lasted till June of 2021 when she disappeared. 3 months later she showed up at my doorstep homeless again and hungry. I fixed her something to eat and she took a shower. She got dressed and came out and sat on the couch. I sat next to her and we talked for a bit. All of a sudden she looked at me and said “You want to touch it?” YES I said,
(I told her in 2018 that I’d love to play with her but we never did) She undid the drawstring on her sweatpants and pulled them down. WOW I couldn’t believe what I saw. She was hard an at least 9-10 inches and so big around when I took her in my hand My fingers barely wrapped around her. So I stroked her a bit then I took her in my mouth, could only get half of her in my mouth. I sucked her for about 45 minutes and she didn’t cum. I wanted to let her fuck me but like me she’s a total bottom. She spent a week with me and I tried a number of times to suck her off. I could never get her to cum. In the course of that week I found out that she was smoking Meth. On the 3rd night she had the bed and I slept in my Lazy Boy she stripped down and wrapped herself in a light blanket and slipped out of my apt. Was wondering the halls of the building. A knock on my door woke me. It was our security guard with Summer in tow. He told me she can’t wonder the halls nude in only a blanket. I told her are you trying to get me kicked out? After a week I had to tell her to leave. One of the hardest things I’ve ever done. Haven’t seen her Sence. So sad I really liked her as a person.
Emirusabout 2 years agoI have to say I enjoyed the story all the way from beginning to end. 😊 Almost didn’t notice the errors. Almost. 😂 I thought you got the balance of their interaction just right. 😇
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I agree with the two people earlier who mentioned about describing the size of a penis. I hate, and cringe 🙄, when I read the “thirteen inches and as thick as a Coke can” type of description. Very crude. In my own stories I like to leave it to the imagination 🤔 of the reader. What one reader might think large 😳 to another might be only just above average. A small penis to one person isn’t necessarily small to another. 😢
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Erotica is about imagination. It’s only when writing a story aimed simply at the masturbating readers 😡 that you can put everything down. Horses for courses.
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I’m now off to read the next story (you do need an editor 😎) and my final comment would be you could have made her a “normal woman” and the story would have been equally as enjoyable. I hope the next chapter is as good.
