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With Katelyn, I moved back up to her clit and began a series of quick, firm and wet licks. With Russ, I moved back up to his purpled cock head and plunged the entire plum into the tight wetness of my mouth, swirling my tongue as I pumped his shaft faster and faster. And in both cases, I slowly... slowly... very slowly began to pull my finger back through the rectum.
It WAS magic. Katelyn's hips exploded into a jackhammer set of spasms on my car seat. Russ gave out a low orgasmic moan and, as I lowered my left hand from his shaft to cup his tightening nuts, unloaded stream after stream of thick hot seed into my mouth and throat.
In both climaxes, my saliva-coated face rode bucking hips with a triumphal sense of satisfaction. But in the aftermath of both, I felt like I suddenly knew much more than I should.
"Holy hell, boy. What the fuck was that?"
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and looked up at Russ' ruddy face. His short-sleeved work shirt was wet with perspiration. That's pretty much what Katelyn had said, which normally might seem funny. In this moment, I didn't have the warm soft embrace of the girl I liked -- nor the follow up kisses, nor the promise of a hand job and kiss goodnight. I saw a slackening, veiny cock and above it, a crooked lewd smile beneath a crew cut.
"It's what I learned on the job," I said. Russ chuckled and tousled my hair.
"Well done, son. Keep it up and you might be in line for a raise." He bent over and picked up his slacks and socks. Fishing around the pocket, he pulled out a quarter and pressed it into my hand.
"Break's over. Get yourself a Coke, then get back on the lot."
I stood feeling dazed and swallowing back the last clots of cum in my mouth. I guess the free Coke was a courtesy mouthwash, I thought. I stood and moved slowly out of the door to Russ' office.
"Oh, Petey?" he called. I turned and saw him hopping to pull on one leg of his pants. I waited until he had his pants up over his hips and he caught my eye. He winked.
"Do me a favor, and flip that door sign to "Open."
- COMMENTS
Dawn_Patrolalmost 2 years agoAuthorThanks for the positive feedback. And don't worry -- there's lots more to come in Pete's summer of debauchery! Including a couple of twists.
Anonymousalmost 2 years agoI think keep writing might be hard. But plz continue… we will be with you all along.
Anonymousalmost 2 years agoThis is one of the hottest series this site has ever seen. I love it, and wish i could find a boss like Russ.
