James Armstrong - Young mothers work harder

His hands spread the cheeks of her ass, then his cock pushed against her asshole, gently at first, then harder.

Helpless to do otherwise, Donna waited, her ass high, her tits pressed into the bed, her face turned to the side, waited for his big cock to pry her asshole open. She tried to squeeze her asscheeks closed, but Jerry's hands were too strong. Slowly, her asshole opened and the big head of his cock pushed its way in. As the cockhead fucked inside, she could feel the muscles in her asshole tighten down on his cockshaft.

His cockhead brought a wave of searing heat as it fucked deep into her ass. Then the heat went away as he drew out – drew out to where the prickhead was just inside her asshole. Then he fucked back in.

Donna began to enjoy the waves of heat his cock brought her. Her hips soon began rocking slightly to the motion of his cock. The successive waves of heat became a delightful aching pain that ran through her hips and cunt, rising and falling, rising and falling.

Without breaking the rhythm of the thrusts of his cock, Jerry reached an arm under her and slipped a finger into her cunt. It pushed through her inner slit and hooked inside her cunt.

"Oh!" Her body jolted with the stab of heat. His finger drew back, then fucked in again.

"Oh!"

She couldn't remain passive, taking his abuse without moving. Each time he touched her clit, her hips shook as the pulse of heat trailed off.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Now he fingered her clit each time his cock drew back in her ass. The wave of heat in her ass barely peaked and was just receding when the pulse of heat hit her clit. Her breath came in quick gasps. A whine escaped from her throat.

Jerry's cock-strokes in her ass came faster and harder. He fingered her clit harder too. The pulses of heat in her clit changed to a wave – a big wave – building higher.

"Ooohhh!" Her cuntjuice flooded over his finger, making her hips jerk in quick spasms.

His cock drove harder but slower. Then he grunted and rammed full length up her ass, slamming his hips against her asscheeks. His cum spurted hot, deep in her ass.

He quivered against her each time he spurted. Each time his jism shot into her, it was less than the time before. Finally, all motion ceased.

Still holding his finger in her cunt, he drew his spent cock out of her ass. He moved his finger to her clit one more time, sending her hips into a spasm, then drew his hand away.

He pulled her knees back, bringing her down on her stomach. Then he rolled her over on her back and spread her thighs again.

Jerry leaned down, parted her cuntlips with his hands, and kissed her inner puss silt. She lay with her legs open, watching him, an empty feeling in her stomach, her energy drained, too exhausted to move, too exhausted even to speak.

He dressed quickly, not bothering to straighten his shirt.

"You're a nice little piece of ass, Miss Tyler," he said. "I liked ass-fucking you, and I think you liked it too. Rest assured your financial problems are a well – guarded secret with me – for now. I can let myself out. Please don't get up."

With much effort, Donna got up, stripped off her stockings and started the shower. It was time she went out and found another job, she thought. She needed income she could depend on.

Donna agonized over filling out the part of the employment application that referred to work experience. She was tempted to lie and fill in several jobs she might have held as file clerk. But that would be too easy to check. Besides, it wasn't her nature to lie. She briefly described her experience as a cocktail waitress and handed the form back to the secretary.

The secretary scanned the form and shook her head slightly, and made a clucking noise. With a sympathetic smile, she rose and took the form into another room.

"Mister Morrison will see you now." The words jarred Donna. She looked up. The middle-aged secretary was standing in front of her, still smiling sympathetically. Donna stood and went through the door the secretary held open for her.

The door clicked shut behind her as she stood in the huge office of Sydney Morrison. In the bright light, he was no longer the faceless elderly man who liked to finger her cunt in the dark. The man who sat behind the desk was probably sixty, had iron-gray hair, a few deep creases in his face, but otherwise had the clear skin of a much younger man.

He rose and offered her a chair beside his desk. When she sat, he took the other chair, a few feet away. His voice was deep and courteous.

"Thank you for coming in, Donna. I'm really glad you are seeking employment."

"Thank you for inviting me, Mister Morrison."

"Syd. Please call me Syd."

"Okay, Syd. Thank you. I really need the work."

"Why?"

She told him about Danny and the social worker.

He shook his head slightly. "I hope that turns out well. As I said last night, there are no particular qualifications for a file clerk – except being able to read and write." He picked up her application. "Since you were able to fill this out completely, I know you can do both. This is a part-time job, running from one to five."

"Is there much competition for this job?"

"A lot," he said. "Donna, I hope the events of last night haven't influenced you."

Her ears turned hot. "Of course not."

"Well, last night – you see, I'm not a young man any more. Last night I saw you as a beautiful woman. I just had to hold your private parts – your cunt."

"Syd, are you trying to tell me something?"

"In a way, yes. Obviously I can't tell you your job hinges on this. I will say that if you can show me a good time, I'll never forget you."

"All right, Syd. I'll fuck you, but it'll be because I want to. If I get the job, I want it to be because I'm good enough to do it, not because I fucked you. Okay?"

He nodded. "Sure, Donna, that's okay."

"We can use your couch."

"It folds out. I'll lock the door," Syd said as he laid his glasses on the desk.

The door made a loud mechanical clack as Donna went to the couch, pulled the velvet loop out and watched the couch unfold into a full size bed.

Syd looked embarrassed as he came back and stood before her.

"I don't quite know how to tell you this, Donna. Sometimes I'm not a very good lover. I have a lot of trouble getting it hard."

She couldn't keep from looking down at his pants. His cock might not be hard, but there was nothing small about the bulge.

"Maybe I can help you. Why don't you strip me down?"

His hands shook as he worked the zipper on her dress. Then the air was cooler on her back and he slipped it down off her shoulders. It fell to the floor and she stepped out of it and turned to face him.

His hands were steadier when he pulled her sp up over her head. He let it drop and took the front of her lacy bra in his hands. He pulled the garment back off her arms and she stepped forward, grasping his shoulders, pressing her tits against him.

Syd put his arms around her waist, drew her close, bent down and kissed her as she tipped her head up. His breath was clean and sweet. When she slipped her tongue into his mouth, he eagerly took it, sucking it deep. She could feel the bulge of his cock growing, pressing against her panties. He released her tongue and took his lips away from hers.

His hands got steadier as he bent down and toyed with one of her little lacy garters, running his fingers under it.

His face colored when he slipped his finger under the waistband of her panties. She grinned and wiggled as he worked the thin nylon down off her asscheeks. Her cunt had turned moist. The cloth stuck to her cunt-lips momentarily, then slipped down her legs and dropped to the floor. She stepped out of them.

He held her hips and looked down. His voice was almost reverent as he said, "You are absolutely beautiful, Donna."