Laurie Chandler: Hot pants typist

Eddie pressed his hands against her tits. He squeezed gently at first, but then harder and harder. She screamed with delight as she felt her nipples being caressed and massaged. She wanted to offer herself up wholly to him.

Her ass banged hard against the bed, but whatever pain that involved, she didn't mind. All that mattered to her now was her boyfriend's hard dick and the pleasure it was providing her.

Eddie felt his semen ready to rise within his tool and he started to go wild, gasping for breath as he smashed his prick into her slit as far as it would go.

"Oh, baby, I'm gonna come!" he screamed. "I'm gonna come! Get fucked, Arlene baby! Ohhh! Ohhhh! I'm coming! Ohhh! Ohhhh!"

His prick exploded inside her hole and hot torrents of thick creamy syrup poured into her hole. She screamed along with him, as she felt the goop flooding her hot juicy hole. Her whole body was drinking his scum.

They tossed about wildly, as the thick sperm shot out of his dick and flooded her cunt. Her lubricating juices flowed at a furious rate, and they mixed with his own and dribbled out of her pussy.

Her sensitive cunt walls could feel the sloshing of his cum and she squeezed her legs together to make sure that every drop of his masculine cream stayed in her hole.

Her eyes shone with delight. The pleasure had been everything he had told her. She was pleased that they didn't wait. She wanted his cock all the time now. She craved to be fucked again.

Eddie slowly withdrew his penis from her hole. She was sorry to have to let his cock go, and he knew how she must be feeling. "You're terrific, baby! You're dynamite!"

His dripping cock emerged from her bruised slit and she reached out to touch it. It felt slimy, as it was all covered with semen, but she loved it. She wanted to take hold of his cock and balls and never let them go.

They lay together on the bed for a few moments, their warm bodies touching each other. His hand was resting upon her tits, and she placed her hand between his legs, feeling his balls against her wrist.

"I-I think we'd better get dressed now," said Arlene. "My folks will be home soon."

Eddie jumped up. He glanced over to the clock and saw that it was way beyond midnight.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed. "Christ, if they caught us like this!"

He spoke none too soon. The sound of a garage door opening penetrated the room. They had barely enough time to get into their cloths, before a knock on Arlene's bedroom door interrupted their labors.

"Arlene, are you asleep?"

"Oh, Ma, no, we're just talking."

"We?" asked her mother as she opened the door, surprised to see that Eddie was still there. "Oh, hello Edward," she said, somewhat coolly. Mrs. Walters was not too fond of Edward. She had a woman's intuition about what was uppermost in a young man's mind, particularly this young man's. She was determined that her daughter remain a virgin until she was married. She didn't know she had already lost the war.

"Arlene, it's late," she said.

The two young people looked as if they had been kissing, as their clothes were somewhat ruffled, but there were no overt signs of actual fucking having taken place. Fortunately, there were no stains on the bedsheets.

"Arlene, I'm gonna go," said Eddie. "See you tomorrow, doll."

"Oh, Arlene is going job hunting tomorrow, Edward. I don't know if she will be able to see you."

"Sure I will, Eddie," said Arlene quickly. "I promise."

"Good night, Mrs. Walters," said Eddie. He winked at his girl as he closed the door behind him. "What a bitch," he muttered as he left the house after saying goodnight to Mr. Walters. "What a bitch to have for a mother-in-law."

Arlene knew better than to argue with her mother over Eddie. She had had several fights and didn't want to have any more. Mrs. Walters' objection to Eddie had been that the boy didn't have a job and was just bumming around, but even when he got a job as a repairman with the Phone Company, her mind was too closed to change.

Arlene would simply nod and agree with everything her mother said, but deep down, she knew she would marry Eddie.

"You've got to get a good night's sleep, dear," said her mother. "Remember, your father arranged this job interview with Mr. Halsted's company. Mr. Halsted expressed a great interest in seeing you. I thought you were going to spend this evening practicing your typing."

"I can type. I don't need to practice." Arlene was annoyed with her mother. She was the best typist in her class.

"Well, dear, just make sure you get that job. Now that you've graduated from high school, you really can't hang around the house all day the way that bum is doing."

"Eddie is not a bum! He got a job with the Phone Company!"

"Well, he was a bum until he got the job. And I say, once a bum, always a bum."

"Mother, good night! I'm tired." Mrs. Walters left her daughter in peace. There would be plenty of time to try to separate the two of them.

In the morning, Arlene woke up refreshed, having dreamt of Eddie all night. In her dream, she was getting fucked by him over and over again, and awoke to discover the sheets stained with cunt juice. It was the most wonderful night she had ever spent.

"Your blouse isn't on right," criticized her mother as they sat down at the breakfast table together. "And you aren't really going to wear that skirt, are you? It's much too tight. You must look presentable when you see Mr. Halsted."

"I look perfectly okay," insisted Arlene. "I'll get that job!"

Arlene downed her coffee quickly and reached for her coat. "Bye, Ma," she said as she started to slip into her coat.

"Arlene, are you wearing a bra?"

"Bye, Ma," she repeated, and quickly hurried out the door.

Grayson Industrial Corporation was a huge company, huge, that is, by Parker City standards. Mr. Halsted was vice-president, and a golfing partner of Arlene's father.

When Arlene got off the elevator on the fifth floor of the Grayson Building, all eyes turned towards her. Her long golden-blonde hair flowed gracefully as she walked, and her trim figure was shown off to best advantage by her tight skirt and form-fitting blouse. She looked quite stunning as she strode through the office, heading for Mr. Halsted's inner sanctum.

"Miss Walters to see you," said his secretary as she waited patiently by her desk. Her voice was crisp and efficient.

Mr. Halsted came right out. He was an energetic man in his late thirties, and considered quite handsome by many of the girls in the office. He had a large mustache and a good build. He was quite genial and friendly to everyone, and was universally liked.

"Hold all calls, will you Emma?" he asked as he escorted Arlene into his private office. Once there, he clicked the door shut. Arlene felt comfortable in his presence. She would get the job, she knew that. It was a good thing too. If she came home without that job, her mother would be impossible to deal with.

"Well now," said Mr. Halsted, looking at Arlene quite closely. "I haven't seen you in years. Yes. Old Mel's girl has certainly grown up." He chuckled to himself. She was a bit flustered.

"Um, I suppose Daddy told you I want a job," she said to get right to the point.

"Oh, of course. A job. Can you type?"

"Eighty words a minute. And I take shorthand too."

"Good. Good. Well, then, I don't see why we couldn't hire you. Of course, there is more to working than just being able to type, you know."

She sat down on the sofa. Mr. Halsted immediately followed suit and he was sitting next to her, his body barely inches away from hers.

Arlene felt a bit uncomfortable with him so close, but she said nothing. He was a friend of her father's, and she needed that job.

She was a bit confused at his question. She didn't particularly want to work for him, but she needed a job, and working for a friend of her father's was probably as good a place as any.