Fired!
I recognize the voice as Karen's.
"I microwaved some steak and prepared mushroom soup," she says, as she walks toward me from the kitchen. "I know you're really hungry."
"Thanks, but I prefer that tasty steak between your legs," I reply with a grin.
I see that she is dressed in a see-through cami blouse that outline her nipples and blue cotton short shorts that appear to be mostly eaten up by her ass and pussy. "You can have it for dessert," she responds without skipping a beat.
My cock stands at attention, tenting the cardigan draped over it. She notices it and proceeds to give me a hand job. "Well, you can have me anytime you want. That's the least I can do for what you did for me-- and to think that we were just acquaintances then."
"I just did what I thought was the best way out," I say, feeling the pressure slowly building up. "So what are we now?"
"Fuck buddies, I suppose," she says as she increases her pumping speed and twirls her tongue around my cockhead. "You saved me my job, at the expense of yours. Been there for two years now, slowly moving up the ranks, and its really difficult to start all over," she says between mouthfuls of my cock.
"I guess I'll find some other job," I add. "I'm just starting, so there's nothing to lose."
"Promise, I'll help you find one," she says, before finally giving me a deep throat. Unable to contain it any longer, I release one long cumshot into her mouth. Except for a few drops, she swallows it all without gagging. "That was delicious," she concludes. "I guess, I'll have to leave you now. Your meal's ready, and the soup's getting cold. Just phone me if you need anything, and I mean anything."
I finish the meal and ponder what I should do next. Just then, my cellphone buzzes.
Who is it?
"I microwaved some steak and prepared mushroom soup," she says, as she walks toward me from the kitchen. "I know you're really hungry."
"Thanks, but I prefer that tasty steak between your legs," I reply with a grin.
I see that she is dressed in a see-through cami blouse that outline her nipples and blue cotton short shorts that appear to be mostly eaten up by her ass and pussy. "You can have it for dessert," she responds without skipping a beat.
My cock stands at attention, tenting the cardigan draped over it. She notices it and proceeds to give me a hand job. "Well, you can have me anytime you want. That's the least I can do for what you did for me-- and to think that we were just acquaintances then."
"I just did what I thought was the best way out," I say, feeling the pressure slowly building up. "So what are we now?"
"Fuck buddies, I suppose," she says as she increases her pumping speed and twirls her tongue around my cockhead. "You saved me my job, at the expense of yours. Been there for two years now, slowly moving up the ranks, and its really difficult to start all over," she says between mouthfuls of my cock.
"I guess I'll find some other job," I add. "I'm just starting, so there's nothing to lose."
"Promise, I'll help you find one," she says, before finally giving me a deep throat. Unable to contain it any longer, I release one long cumshot into her mouth. Except for a few drops, she swallows it all without gagging. "That was delicious," she concludes. "I guess, I'll have to leave you now. Your meal's ready, and the soup's getting cold. Just phone me if you need anything, and I mean anything."
I finish the meal and ponder what I should do next. Just then, my cellphone buzzes.
Who is it?