(Mf, voy, oral, prost)
by Art Martin
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It was just a week or so before graduation and I was sunbathing, working on my tan for this sexy strapless dress I was going to wear to the Prom the next evening.� I knew I�d have Randy eating out of my hand if wore that dress, as it really showed off my boobs, or at least a good part of them.� Mom was having cow about the dress, and Dad� no way could he see me in it!� I�d be grounded! Even though I had turned eighteen!� Heck, I was old enough to go off and be a stripper or something, but my mom didn�t see it that way and my dad� he was never very understanding of me wanting to look sexy.
I could have sunbathed topless, but I had chosen to get an all over tan. Why not?� It was very private by the pool in the backyard of the house next door.� My friend Sally had lived there until her dad ran into money troubles.� No one lived there now and hadn�t for several months since Sally and her family moved away. Of course the house was for sale, but as far as I knew, no one had even looked at it.� They had a great pool and an eight foot wall around the backyard.� It was very private and I still had a key to the back gate, so I helped myself.� .�
After sneaking into the backyard, I laid out my towel by the pool, got naked and proceeded to soak up a few rays.� How was I supposed to know that the house had been sold and had a new owner?� And how was I supposed to know that he�d show up like he owned the place or something!
Well, there I was, naked as the day I was born when a shadow cast across my face.� Opening my eyes, I saw this guy, an older guy, standing over me, looking down and smiling at me!� I screamed a little and grabbed for my robe to cover up, but the man was standing on it.�
�Who are you?� I demanded as I tried to dislodge the robe from under his foot.
�Question is young lady, who are you?� he replied with a grin.�
�Get off my robe!� I pleaded.
�Robe?� What robe?�
�The one under your foot!�
�Oh, that robe.� Sweetheart, that may have been your robe, but now it�s my robe.� The house and everything in it are mine now, but I must admit I wasn�t expecting an amenity like you.�
�Give me my robe� please!�
He still didn�t move, preferring instead to ogle me.� Then I remembered the towel.� I tried to pull it out from under me, but he stepped on that with his other foot.� It was at that moment that knew I was in big trouble, as in about-to-be-raped trouble.
�Now, who are you?� he asked.
Dying with embarrassment I whimpered, �Megan Moore. I live next door.�
�Nice to meet you, Megan,� he replied as if we just met at a friend�s house while he continued to check me out.� I couldn�t use my robe or my towel to cover up, so I did the only thing I could and with my hands covered as much of my breasts as I could.
�I�m Jason Hobbs,� he introduced casually. �I�m� your new neighbor.�
He continued to babble on about how nice the neighborhood was and how lucky he was to find such a nice house at such a bargain price.� While he rambled on, his eyes were all over me, but with no other choice but to listen, I did that.� That�s when it struck me that he wasn�t just some old guy.� He was about my father age, but unlike my dad, he wasn�t balding and he looked very handsome, like a Hollywood star or something.
When I finally had the chance to get in a word edgewise, I asked as politely as possible, �Can�t I please have my towel or my robe?�
�Sure, Megan, but on one condition; I want you to drop your hands.� What choice did I have?� To get something to cover up with, I had to uncover myself.
�Yes, indeed, that�s much better, Megan� much, much better.� You know, you have a fantastic rack.�
If that was supposed to be a compliment�
After a moment or two, he kept his promise and removed his foot from my towel and then the other foot from my robe.� Pulling my robe on, I stood and prepared to run the hell out of there.
�Aw, it�s a shame for you to hide yourself like that, Megan.� Believe me, you are a very pretty girl and you have a great body.�
I knew what he wanted, but I wasn�t going to let him ogle me anymore!� I tried to make a break for the gate, but he grabbed me by the arm. �Where do you think you�re going?�
�Home!� I answered a little too forcefully and perhaps a bit rudely as I tried to break his grip.
�Oh, no you don�t. You�re going to wait right here until the police arrive.�
�Police?� What for?�
�Breaking and entering; trespassing, to start.� Perhaps lewd and lascivious conduct.��
�Oh, please, don�t call the police!� My parents will kill me.�
�Your parents?� Just how old are you, honey?�
�Eighteen,� I replied defiantly.
�Are you sure?� he asked skeptically.
�Yes!� I huffed.� What did he think I was?� A little girl? �My birthday was last month!��
�Good, in that case I won�t call the police and I won�t call your parents; provided��
�Provided what?� I asked suspiciously.
�That you stay awhile and� loose the robe.��
�Loose the robe?� And let you rape me?�
�Rape?� Who said anything about rape?� I�m not going to rape you.� I promise.� We�re neighbors now and I just want to get to know you.� It�s not every day that a man finds a smoking hot naked girl by his pool, you know.�
�Then I�ll just keep the robe on, thank you,� I replied maintaining my dignity.� I don�t know why, but I liked the fact that he found me smoking hot.�
�How about if I gave you twenty dollars?�
The nerve!� �No!� I snapped.
�Fifty dollars?�
�No!�
�Okay, final offer� one hundred dollars.�� One hundred dollars?� Boy, could I use that! Still�
�Going once.� Going twice���
Somehow the robe was back on the deck.
�That�s better, much better,� he said appreciatively. ��And you look so pretty when you blush,� he added. He then opened his wallet and pulled out a crisp one hundred dollar bill from stack of one hundred dollar bills.� I should have held out for more!
He stuffed the hundred dollar note in the cleavage of my boobs and then took my towel from my hand and laid it out on the deck.� �Here, sit down,� he offered.�
I sat and a second later his polo shirt hit the ground.� �You don�t mind if I get comfortable, do you?� he asked as he lowered his khaki slacks. Next thing I know he�s standing in his briefs!
�You said you weren�t going to rape me!�
�I already told you, I�m not going to rape you,� he replied with a beautiful charismatic smile. But, with his briefs now heading south, I wasn�t too sure about that.
Still, I must admit I wouldn�t have made too much of a fuss if he did rape me, because he was one fine specimen of manhood, even if he was older.� It was obvious that he worked out in the gym or something, as he looked as good as Randy did, but there was an aura about him, a confidence that Randy lacked.� Oh, Randy was cocky enough, but� I don�t know, this guy, who was old enough to be my father, just oozed sexiness and self-confidence.� And when he added, �I won�t rape you, but I just might fuck you before you go home,� I knew that beautiful jutting hard cock would soon be filling my pussy.��
Suddenly my breath was very short and I felt a tingle in my pussy.� Gawd, I was in heat and I didn�t even know this man!� He bent down and picked up his slacks and fished something out of a pocket before carelessly discarding the slacks again.� By then I was sort of lying back, but still sitting up supporting my weight with my hands.� He stepped in front of me, as naked as I was, and then I realized that he was standing between my legs!� How did that happen!� I mean the legs� gawd, I had my legs spread for him!� It was too late now to close them, and when he gently nudged my legs farther apart with his feet, they did so without resistance.� That�s when I noticed what he�d taken out of his pocket.� I had seen those things plenty of times before when I was with Randy.� He calmly opened the foil packet and discarded the wrapping on the ground.� Then while looking me straight in eye, he rolled it over his magnificent prick.�
I felt a little faint and my arms slowly gave way as I sank back onto the deck.� I swear I didn�t mean to, but my legs just sort of spread apart a little further on their own while my hips sort of wiggled side to side. And it wasn't my fault that my nipples where standing straight up, they just do that sometimes. Really, I never meant to give him the wrong idea about me, but there I was offering myself up to him.
A moment later he wasn�t standing over me, but was on top of me, his face mere inches from mine.� �Put it in,� he whispered hoarsely before driving his tongue down my throat.� My hand went between our naked bodies and I grasped his condom covered cock.� It felt so good in my hand!� Next thing I knew, I moving it around and rubbing the head into my slit.�
The fat spongy head of his cock socketed into the opening of my vagina and for a moment I thought, �No!� No!� No!�� But it was too late; he slid deeply into me, not stopping until his cockhead pressed against my cervix.� Whatever I had been thinking moments before no longer mattered.� His cock was inside me, filling me like I�ve never been filled before and I swear, he could have parked it there and just stayed in me the rest of the afternoon!� But he didn�t just park it inside my cunt, he began moving inside me and what had been wonderful became even more wonderful.
Randy was always too quick when we screwed.� It�s not that he didn�t want to please me, it was just that once he got going, his own pleasure took center stage.� With this man, after only a few minutes, it was apparent that his goal was to give me pleasure too, and pleasure I got in spades.� He�d grind his cock into me, then he�d screw me slowly, then screw me hard.� He�d pull out and re-enter me, pull out and re-enter, then he�d screw me while rotating his hips.� I had never cum with Randy doing me, but this guy!� He hit all the right spots.� I came hard and came often.� While he had his way with me, he whispered nasty things to me, but other than that, I wasn�t aware of anything other than the pleasuring cock and my very happy pussy.
He pulled out and put me on my hands and knees and entered me from behind, riding me high up my back so that his cock rubbed the insides of my cunt just so and set off an incredible series of fireworks.� Next he was flat on his back and I was wantonly bouncing on his cock while he played with my tits.� He stood and picked me up like a rag doll and lowered me onto his hard prick.� Then we changed positions again with me draped over a planter while he plowed into me.� And all this time, I came and I came and I came.
I don�t know how long he screwed me or how many climaxes had sweep over me, but when he finally got his rocks off, he grunted and cursed.� Randy never said anything during sex, but this man had no hesitation to vocalize his feelings and opinions.� I had the best pussy anywhere and I was a sweet slut, or so he said along with a lot of other things, mostly dirty things.� I guess I should have been offended, but I wasn�t.� I mean, I really was a slut for letting him do me and then enjoying it so much!
Flopping onto his back, he yanked the now heavy condom from his shrinking prick and carelessly flung it away.� I was still buzzing from my own sexual overload and allowed him to maneuver me on top of him so that he could suck my pussy while I sucked his dick.� Now Randy wasn�t much for giving oral sex, but I never minded sucking him off.� The difference this time was that I was slurping on a flaccid cock that was coated with semen.� I never did that before; not sucking a flaccid cock, but sucking a slimy one coated in sex juices.� Actually I didn�t even think about it, I just did it while his tongue scoured my gash and tongue-whipped my clit.�����
As sensitive as I was, I couldn�t take very much more and I tore away from him to sit beside him in a pleasant daze.� We were both motionless for several minutes. He stirred and sat up facing me.
�I must say, you are one fine piece of ass and a great fuck,� he said, �and I�m very pleased to make your acquaintance.� What did you say your name was again?�
�Megan, Megan Moore,� I replied tartly feeling piqued and a bit used.
�Well, Megan, I think that you are just the girl I�m looking for.� You wouldn�t be looking for a job, would you?�
A job?� That perked up my interest. I needed a job in the worst way.� �Well, I graduate from high school next week,� I explained.� �And my daddy told me I had to find a job this summer or else.�
�Well, you have a job, my dear, if you want it.�
A job!� A real job? �Okay� What kind of job?�
�My receptionist is getting married and she thinks it best if she� found another job.� So, I�m looking for someone to replace her.�
�A receptionist?� Okay, maybe.� What would I be doing?�
�Most of the time you�ll be sitting at a desk greeting people who come in to see me, answer the phone, file papers, maybe a little typing.� You do know how to type, don�t you?�
�Yes, I can type.�
�You�ll also be my personal assistant,� he replied with a straight face.
A personal assistant?�� �And what will I be doing as your personal assistant?�
�Pretty much what you just did,� he replied with a smirk as he tweaked my nipple.
Personal Assistant my ass!� He wanted me as his whore!� The nerve!
�Even though you live next door,� he continued, �you�ll still need to get to work.� So, I�ll provide a car for you.�
�Hmmmm, I may as well listen,� I thought.� �What kind of car?�
�How does a nice BMW convertible sound?�
�You are kidding me!�
�No, I�m not.� I�ll be generous with you too, my dear.� Not only will I pay you a� retainer, I�ll buy you some clothes, sexy clothes� you know, eye candy stuff for work.� Of course you can use my pool whenever you want, so maybe a few sexy bikinis too,� though I suspect you won�t be wearing much of anything when you are here with me.� Now, are you interested?�
�Yes!!!!�
�Fantastic!� You can start immediately?" he asked.
"Yes!"
He rose and stood spread legged before me. �Then we need to seal the deal,� he said standing.
�So, on your knees, young lady.� I want you to suck my dick again.� Yes, that�s a girl.� Mmmmmmm, yesssss.� My, you are a quick study and I can see that you are well qualified for the job.� That�s it you pretty little slut�. Yes, move that tongue around�. Oh, fuck you really know how to please a man.� Now suck it, baby, suck it.� That�s it, get me good and hard and then we�ll fuck again.� Okay?�
I let his semi soft prick slip from between my lips to answer, �You bet, Mister, ahhh� Mister��
�Just call me Boss, my dear.�
"Yes, Mr. Boss," I replied. I didn't know why he thought that was so funny, but I didn't mind. I had a job and I was working! What a great job too! I really enjoyed sucking on my new boss and he really seemed to appreciate me getting him hard again and all sexed up.
He took me inside. The house was still empty, but it was a lot more comfortable having him screw me on the carpet than out on the hard deck. This time he lasted a lot longer, not that he didn't last a good long time the first time he took me.
We took a short break. He wanted me to go to dinner with him tomorrrow night. He was disappointed, but he was also very understanding about me going to the prom tomorrow night with Randy saying, "It would be unfair to the boy to stand him up on such short notice, but after that, you are to dump him."
He then, as I sucked him to another erection, told me that I wasn�t to have sex with Randy tomorrow or any other time.� �Neither my clients nor I want to catch something,� my new boss told me before entered me for the third time that afternoon, this time anally.�
You know, I�m such a lucky girl!� Daddy said that with the economy as bad as it is, I�d be lucky to get a job at a McDonalds.� But here I am, not even graduated yet and I�ve lined up a good paying and fun job!� Not only that, but my Boss tells me I�m already very good at it and have the basics down pat.�
I can't wait until I tell Daddy!� He�ll be so proud of me!...� Of course I can�t tell him everything.
THE END
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