Trish the Trash

ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS.

Todd landed a job with a construction company, mostly to sit in a trailer at the job site to schedule work and buy stuff missed in the contract and scope of work, the 'shit happens' purchase order stuff. His trailer was large and comfortable, with two offices, one conference room, a bathroom, and the secretary's work area. They stored shit in the spare office: water jugs, plat maps, building prints, a refrigerator, microwave, folding cot, and file cabinets; the usual stuff. Todd's secretary was an old girl named Ivanelle Douglas, five feet nuthin tall, 170 pounds, tits that looked big for her size, a face that looked a little bland like a Cabbage Patch Doll, and blonde. The ends needed a trim. Her old man, Wally, worked on the site as a laborer.

After Todd got settled in to the new job Ivanelle re-configured the furniture in her area. She told Todd, "If you can see me you can get my attention if you're on the phone!" Soon afterwards her slacks disappeared, replaced by short skirts and cleavage. The first sign of trouble was when he returned from the field and caught Ivanelle in the middle of a blowjob in the spare office. Her partner wasn't Wally, the contestant was a young delivery guy. The kid was twenty or so, Ivanelle was forty. Wally was close to sixty, if not older.

The second sign of trouble came along on a Friday afternoon when Todd wanted to leave work early, as he gave her instructions she volunteered, "Don't you wanna stay and talk to me?"

He then looked in her eyes and said, "Talking isn't what I have in mind." And then he left.

Third time is charm occurred when Todd and Ivanelle travelled to corporate headquarters for computer software training. Wally stayed home, and Ivanelle made her move on Todd after dinner and drinks. Out in the car he asked, "Wanna take in a movie?"

Ivanelle squeezed his package and said," A movie isn't what I have in mind. But I would like to stop at a liquor store if you don't mind." She bought vodka and salt and assorted canned juice. "You don't mind using plastic cups, do you?"

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Trish discovered that Riley was doing Marcia. And when Riley was out of town at a legal convention Trish made her move on Marcia, inviting her over to help untangle some Word files.

The computer file trouble was bogus, but a mess, and Marcia spent some time untangling it. While Marcia worked on the file Trish went downstairs and returned with drinks. Marcia sat at the computer work station, and Trish sat behind her on the edge of the bed, looking over Marcia's shoulder to see tutorials as they occurred.

Trish had bathed and scented herself before Marcia arrived, and greeted Marcia at the door wearing a bath towel. Marcia came in a cotton shift with spaghetti straps, and sandals. Leaning forward Trish had a good view of Marcia's cleavage and puffies. The air was turned off, to raise the temp and the effect of the perfume. "I love your perfume," Marcia volunteered while typing. When the fix was done Marcia turned to look at Trish. Trish was close, and kissed Marcia on the lips.

Marcia seemed stunned. Trish spoke softly, "I know you're fucking Riley. And I know that your husband is a catch you don't want to lose. "

Marcia was mute for long seconds, "What do you want?" Marcia asked.

Trish smiled, "I want some of your sweet pussy." And touched Marcia's face.

Marcia kissed Trish, then gulped her drink moving to the bed. Trish pushed her tongue into Marcia's mouth, pulled the spaghetti straps off Marcia's shoulders, and down the young woman's arms.

When the straps were off Marcia unfastened Trish's towel, pulled it away, and dropped it to the floor. Trish tugged the shift down Marcia's body. Marcia's puffy tits were bare, and the panties were lacy and small. "Do you take the bra off when you get to work?" Trish asked.

"Yes," whispered Marcia.

Trish pushed Marcia down on the bed and opened Marcia's legs. Trish's nipples swelled as she rubbed them on Marcia's clit. Marcia tensed briefly then closed her eyes as Trish used wet tongue and sweet lips on the woman's gash. Occasionally Marcia opened her eyes, Trish liked the drugged look she saw. After Marcia gasped and jerked from an orgasm, Trish straddled her chest to press her pussy against Marcia's mouth. Marcia's tongue soon found the sweet hole and slipped inside.

At the motel Todd went immediately to the bathroom to pee, when he came out Ivanelle was on the bed in her bra and panties. Todd lay down beside her, she started rubbing his cock through his pants, and squeezed it occasionally to test his arousal. Todd pulled Ivanelle's tits out of the bra cups, and massaged the nipples as she played with his package. This went on till Todd felt an ejaculation coming. He moved Ivanelle to the window placing her hands against the panes, switched off the light, opened the curtain, sat behind her, and unclasped her bra.

As he kneaded her tits and nipples, Ivanelle whispered, "Someone is watching us." A minivan was parked in front of the room, and a Mexican woman was behind the wheel.

Todd pulled Ivanelle's panties down. "You like to be watched?" He asked.

"Yes," she replied softly.

"Is the woman looking at you?"

"Yes." Ivanelle felt moist when his finger probed her gash.

"See if she wants to come in," Todd suggested.

"No, I want her to watch." Todd worked on Ivanelle's cunt with his hand until another woman left the room next door and got in the van. Both women sat and watched the show till Todd closed the drape and led Ivanelle back to the bed. "You got protection?" She asked.

"No," he replied.

"Wally won't like it if I bring home a baby."

"I don't care," he said. "If Wally took care of business at home you wouldn't be here rolling the dice with my cock. I want your pussy to think it's been to Las Vegas."

"Wally likes to see me with other men but he don't want no babies."

He pushed his dick in her hole. "Feel okay?" He asked.

"Uh huh."

After five minutes of casual fucking, Ivanelle straddled Todd, pushed him into her, and rode his cock hard with constant pelvic thrusts until she stopped, tired, her cunt muscles pulsing, pushing semen out, and sucking semen in. She climbed off Todd and stretched out. "Can I sleep here?" She asked.

In the morning someone knocked on the door. It was the Mexican woman who watched Ivanelle. She was a housekeeper come to makeup the room. Todd let her in. "Youre the woman in the van?" He said.

"Si," she replied.

"You shoulda come in with us."

"I thought about it but my daughter was with me."

"Having sex?" He asked.

"Si."

He handed the woman some money, "Come back tonight."

She put the money in her pocket. "You want my daughter, too?" "No. "