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As the woman sucked cock, her chin aimed up in the air, an actor uncorked his prick from her mouth and jerked off on her face and neck. As soon as he came, another actor took his place.

"Come on me! Shoot your jism all over me! On my face! In my mouth! On my pussy!" Symphony pulled on her nipples as she finger-fucked herself. Her clit was pouring out pussy juice and her hand was coated with the clear fluid.

As the men whacked on their meats, the blonde became increasingly covered with come. The gooey spunk was on her tits, in her hair, on her face, all over her pussy. Symphony, watching the last actor beat his prick until he came in the blonde's open mouth, fingered herself to a delirious orgasm. Her pussy juice trickled out of her snatch onto her fingers as she watched the blonde smile and lick the head of the actor's dick.

The knock on the door brought Symphony back to her senses.

"Yes," she said, shutting off the television. "What is it?"

"Get up!" Jack called through the door. "You're going to do my inventory today."

Symphony argued with him briefly, then consented to do the work. After all, he was her father.

Symphony said she needed extra time to get ready for work and Jack left without her. Alone in the house, Symphony made herself breakfast as she plotted the course of the day. Her ebony hair was put in a twist at the back of her head. She figured that it would be best if her long hair was out of the way while she worked. Besides, with her hair in such a fashion she looked older.

She checked her video equipment and made sure that everything was exactly as she wanted it. The batteries for the portable pack were new and a four-hour cassette was in the recorder. Closing the suitcase, Symphony wondered what she would be able to watch on her television that night.

Symphony got to the lumber yard at nine, and for the first hour and a half she was escorted around the fenced-in property by the foreman, a tall man in his later thirties named Curly.

"And over here," Curly said, pointing to a stack of lumber, "we have the two-by-fours and all our two-by-twos."

"I see," Symphony replied, pushing her glasses up on her nose a little more and jotting down a note on her clipboard. "Then every unit of lumber must be accounted for in the entire yard?"

"Yes, it certainly does." Curly looked at the teenager, noticing how her nipples pushed out her blouse even though she wore a bra. He liked the way her tits jiggled with each step she took and he liked the deep brown of her eyes. The boss' daughter. That fact was the only thing that kept him from trying to fuck her.

Symphony felt his gaze on her body and she looked the other way. She didn't want him to get nervous and stop. Feeling his eyes on her body – especially on her tits – made her cunt get moist and cling to her panties.

"Ohhhhh!" Symphony hissed, rolling her head. "It's such a beautiful, sunny day! I just love being outside when it's like this!"

When Symphony was sufficiently acquainted with the area, she started her inventory, carefully counting every unit of lumber and writing the figures down. She noticed how the men paid special attention to her and it didn't bother her at all that she was the topic of their conversations.

The Baker Lumber Company took a complete city block and Symphony found every spot where she could suck a cock or get fucked without anyone seeing her. When the men were eating their lunch during the noon break, she quickly went to her car and took the suitcase out of the truck. Near the back of the yard, shielded on three sides by high stacks of lumber, Symphony set up her camera. Stacks of lumber twenty feet high surrounded her, and two more stacks of lumber blocked the people driving by on the neighboring street from seeing anything. The only possible way she could get caught would be if someone would know where she was, and she didn't figure that that was very likely.

The camera was tucked in between two stacks of lumber. Symphony checked everything one last time – promising herself that this time would be the last time – then continued her inventory.

It was almost two o'clock before she and Curly found themselves together again. Symphony looked at him, noticing how his biceps stretched out the sleeves of his shirt. His shoulders were wide and his hips narrow – exactly the way she liked her men.

"How's it going?"

"Fine, but there's something I want to show you," Symphony said.

"Is anything wrong?"

"I'm not sure, but I think you'll want to take a look anyway," Symphony said, fighting down a smile.

They stepped between the piles of lumber and Curly looked around, not seeing anything out of the ordinary. Symphony moved over to the spot she had focused the camera on and turned to Curly.

"This is what I wanted to show you," she said, unbuttoning her blouse. She pulled it down off her shoulders, then hooked it on a board so that it wouldn't get dirty. Next she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. The bra slipped down her arms.

"Holy fuck!" Curly hissed, stepping closer. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. The boss' daughter was actually undressing in front of him!

"Do you like what you see?" Symphony asked teasingly, knowing by the bulge in Curly's pants that he was enjoying the show. "Would you like to see more?"

Curly nodded his head and Symphony pulled the bra all the way off. She faced Curly again, who was now within arms' reach of her. She looked like a sun Goddess, her skin bronzed from the sun. Deep shadows ran down her body from those swollen tits.

"Now just stay back until I finish," Symphony continued. She reached behind her back to unzip her skirt and, in doing so, her tits pushed out a little more.

Curly didn't – or couldn't – resist them. He reached out and touched her nipples lightly.

"I said stop it! Not until I'm ready!" Symphony chided. She stepped out of her skirt and stood facing the foreman wearing just her shoes, hose, garter belt and panties. "Do you want me to take the panties off… or would you like to do that?"

Curly pushed Symphony back against a stack of lumber and wrapped his powerful arms around her waist and pulled her soft body in tight against his own. Her plump tits mashed against his stomach as he feasted on her lips, pushing his tongue into her mouth.

Symphony dropped the skirt and reached between their bodies to rub her palm against his cock. She felt it jump at her touch and Curly pulled his hips back a little so her hands had more room. Symphony's hands were shaking as she pulled his belt loose and unsnapped his jeans. She found his zipper and tugged it down, then she filled her hand with his hot, snake-like cock.

"It's so big!" Symphony purred in Curly's ear. "I love it!"

Curly's hungry lips feasted on the smooth skin of her neck. Slowly he sank to his knees, taking each of Symphony's nipples into his mouth one at a time. His lips traveled down past her tits, to her stomach. His tongue dug into her navel, and Symphony tilted her head back, closing her eyes as the sensations streaked through her body.

Symphony, knowing what was coming next, put her feet together. She felt Curly's callused fingers hook into her panties, then pull them slowly down her thighs. She stepped out of them, then spread her legs wide again, leaning back against the lumber for support.

"Are you going to eat my pussy?" Symphony asked, looking down at Curly.

"You know I am. I'm going to stick my tongue into your pussy and eat you out until you can't stand any more. I'm going to lick your cunt better than anyone ever has."

Curly parted her pussy lips and found Symphony's red clit. Curly stuck his tongue out and lightly touched it to the glistening nubbin. Symphony gasped. Though he had hardly touched her, his tongue was like an electric poker that jarred her whole body.