Customer Service
By Asylem Werd
(MF, oral, job)

After three long years of answering phones and brewing coffee at her father-in-laws law firm, and a short-lived marriage that was doomed to fail before the ink had dried on the caterers' cheque - Maggie Stedman was free.

Her husband had flushed their wedding vows down the toilet with the lipstick stained tissues he had used to wipe his cum and his secretary's saliva from his tiny prick.

And now, having never really been on her own, Maggie found herself alone. Not that she minded really. She celebrated their divorce by moving into a cozy two bedroom apartment just North of Soho, and getting a part-time job at a tiny bookstore around the corner.

So now every morning she walked to work at the bookstore with a coffee in hand, and each night she ate take-out from cardboard cartons on her balcony by the light of the moon.

But night after night alone in her apartment, not to mention years of infrequent and unsatisfying sex during her marriage, left Maggie longing for a passion that she was beginning to think was more intense than could be found outside of her dreams.

It was on an excruciatingly humid morning in late July that she realized that she was wrong.

The air conditioning in the bookstore wasn't working and the temperature outside was reaching record highs. Maggie was alone in the store. She had the front door propped open, and the ceiling fan on high, but her light blue cotton slip dress still clung damply to her skin.

Since the street looked rather empty, Maggie decided to make a quick run to the cafe a few doors down to grab some ice and a bottle of water. She returned quickly to the bookstore and sat down behind the counter.

Desperate for some relief from the heat Maggie took an ice-cube from the cup and slid it along her collarbone and up the side of her neck. The glossy wetness of it compelled her to close her eyes and continue to slide the icy relief from her neck back to her collarbone, and then up the other side of her neck and along her jaw-line.

Maggie suddenly had the feeling that someone was watching her. She opened her eyes to find a man that she had seen only once or twice before. He was just over six feet tall with blond hair that fell just below his ears, broad shoulders, and blue eyes so deep that Maggie was pretty sure that someone could drown in them.

Without a word the stranger picked up a piece of ice, knelt before her, and began to slowly slide it up the inside of her leg. He started down at her ankle and moved up slowly to linger at her knee, and then he lifted her foot onto his shoulder and traced the line of moisture with his tongue.

His fingers moved up under her dress and gently began to search beneath her white lace bikini briefs, feeling the increasing wetness of her eager pussy. He pulled her panties to the side, slid the ice-cube deep into the warm wetness between her legs, and then held her thighs tightly together while it melted.

Maggie moaned and bit down on her lower lip as the icy sensation spread inside of her hot, wet cunt. She had never wanted anyone as badly as she wanted him at that moment.

He parted her legs again and began licking the cool wetness that dripped from her tight cunt. Over and over he ran his tongue firmly against her swollen clit until she was begging him to fuck her.

He came up to face her, but kept one hand under her dress, his thumb rubbing her clit in a circular motion. He nibbled briefly on her earlobe, then kissed a path down her neck to the top of her dress. He kissed her firmly, cupped her breasts, and caressed her nipples with his thumbs through the sheer fabric of her dress.

He lifted her into his arms and carried her into the office. He sat her down on the desk, pulled her panties off and dropped them to the floor.

Maggie reached out and unzipped his jeans and gently began to rub his large, swollen cock. It had to be over nine inches, and so thick she could barely wrap her hand all the way around it. She ran her fingers across its moist head, and gently traced her nails along the shaft. He peeled off his T-shirt, leaned over her, and kissed her hard on the lips. "I want you to fuck me," she whispered. "I want to feel your hard, thick cock pressing deep inside of my wet pussy."

He slid her forward until she was seated at the edge of the desk. She wrapped her legs around his hips to pull him closer. He entered her as slowly as he could, inch by inch until his long, hard cock was firm and deep inside of her wet cunt. The feeling was so sensational that she could barely breathe. He stayed still for a moment, his throbbing dick buried deep inside of her hot, wet cunt, and then he slowly began to slide in and out, in and out.

Over and over he thrust his thick cock deeper and harder into her tightly clenched pussy. He reached down between them and massaged her clit with his thumb as he fucked her.

Maggie leaned back on the desk and put her legs over his shoulders so that he could press his hard dick even deeper inside of her wet pussy. Her breasts shook under her thin summer dress with each firm thrust of his hard, throbbing cock.

Maggie came first, lifting her hips up to meet his steady thrusts. The tight pulsing of her hot cunt as she came was too much for him to resist. Within moments Maggie could feel the warmth of his juices spreading inside of her pussy. A moan so deep it sounded like a growl escaped his throat as he collapsed against her.

He slid her down off of the desk, turned her around, and bent her over the desk. He traced the tattoo on her lower back with his right index finger as he penetrated her dripping cunt with the fingers of his left hand. He fingered the wetness inside of her, and then spread the juices from his dripping fingers up to her ass.

He rubbed his cock with one hand as he gently fingered her ass with the other. As soon as he was hard again he gently pressed the head of his thick cock into her ass, and then reached around between her thighs to rub her swollen clit as he slowly pressed the length of his huge cock into her ass. She gently ground against him, letting him press deeper and deeper inside.

He kept fingering her swollen, wet clit with one hand, and teased her erect nipples with the other. He began to fuck her warm cunt with his fingers while fucking her in the ass with his thick cock. She pressed her body back against him, arching her back as she came all over his fingers. Unable to hold out any longer, he pulled out his hard cock and came all over her tight ass.

Their hunger satisfied, Maggie went to the staff restroom to get cleaned up. When she came back out she found the well-endowed stranger sitting at the front desk talking with her boss. She felt awkward as she approached the counter, but her elderly boss smiled at her, stood up and introduced her to the stranger - his son, Drew. She could barely contain her bemused smile as Drew sat there telling his father about how he had hung around the shop that morning waiting for him, and had quite enjoyed watching how well Maggie handled the customers, and what good service she provided them.

And for the rest of the summer Maggie new she could count on Drew showing up on those unbearably hot days to enjoy her "customer service" skills.


Copyright 2006 Asylem Werd

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