TRI-STATE TRUCKING INC. had been up and running for three years when Velvet walked in one
day and applied for a job as the receptionist. She was twenty-five years old, sixteen
years Fred’s junior.
He took one look at the stunning young beauty and was hooked. She felt his eyes
sweeping over her taking in her ripe breasts, narrow waist, and symmetrical hips. She
could almost feel him mentally undressing her.
She had purposely worn a plunging neckline that exposed her ample cleavage and a
skin-tight short skirt. After all, she had reasoned, a girl has to use whatever resources
she has to their best advantage.
Velvet was determined to pull herself up out of the poverty zone and gain a place of
financial security. She knew that the quickest way to do that was to link up with a man
who was on his way up. She recognized that the man who was standing before her was,
despite his grossness and lack of polish, someone who was growing wealthy and could be an
avenue to prosperity for her.
“Come inta my office, Velvet,” he said, and Velvet had followed him in and shut the door
behind her.
“Here we go again,” Maude said, shaking her head.
“Yeah,” Blanche replied with a tired smile. “I hope for her sake she gives good blow
jobs.”
FRED LEANED against his desk facing Velvet; he was already getting hard.
“What kinda skills ya got, Velvet?” he asked.
“Oh, I can do anything a boss likes,” she smiled. She walked up to him brazenly and
pressed herself against him. She could feel his rapidly swelling erection pressing against
her.
“Umm,” she thought, “this may be a pretty good interview even if I don’t get the job/”
Velvet was a young woman who had an insatiable desire for sex.
Even before she had entered high school she was experimenting with boys and a couple of
girls. She had tried almost everything, and, as she grew older, she found herself being
drawn to try every type of sexual activity that she heard or read about. She had grown to
like some very kinky things.
Velvet had a weird feeling at times when her consciousness seemed to shift, and she
would almost change into another person. At such times she displayed a mean, vicious
streak. When this happened it left her feeling disturbed, but since she had always
changed back after a short time she would just shake it off and forget about it.
Velvet put her hand down and undid Fred’s belt, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled down
the zipper. The pants fell down around his ankles.
“My, what’s that big thing bulging inside your shorts, Mr. Sinclair?” she asked with
feigned innocence.
By now, Fred was breathing hard and sweating. This was not the way his “job interviews”
usually went. As a rule, he took the initiative and had to convince a reluctant young
woman to accede to his lustful demands. This one was taking matters into her hands and,
unlike his normal encounters, he felt like he was the one being seduced.
“Why don’t ya pull down my shorts an see?” he responded.
Velvet pulled down his shorts, exposing a thick five inch circumcised cock. This was
not the length Velvet preferred, but I’ll work with what he’s got, she reasoned. Velvet
got down on her knees and stroked the sack of balls that was hanging in front of her. She
dug her nails in slightly; Fred groaned.
Velvet put her hand around Fred’s hard penis and licked all around his scrotum. Then
she ran her tongue up the shaft and flicked the sensitive spot on the underside of the
glans with the tip of her tongue.
Fred tilted his head back and let out a loud grunt. Velvet took his cock into her mouth
and began sucking as she toyed with his testicles. His penis had a salty taste.
Out in the office the other women looked at each other when they heard Fred groan.
“Jesus, she must really be fucking his brains out!” Maude exclaimed.
“Yeah the few he has left,” Blanche responded.
Velvet could sense that Fred was about to blow, and she stood up and smiled at him.
Dumbfounded, Fred stared at her. “Ain’t ya gonna finish me off?” he wheezed.
“Not yet, Mr. Sinclair; you’re a truck driver, and I want you to try driving me.” With
that she turned around and bent over the desk and pulled up her skirt. She was wearing no
panties.
Fred spread her ass cheeks apart and buried his cock into her wet pussy. He began to
fuck her like a machine and within two minutes he was shooting a big load of sperm up into
Velvet’s vagina.
“Oh, shit!” he groaned.
“Not shit, Mr. Sinclair; that’s my pussy. Maybe you’d like to try a test drive
sometime though where I shit!” Fred withdrew and almost tripped over the jeans around his
ankles. He was shaking all over. .
“You are a good driver, Mr. Sinclair; I really like the way you drove that cock and
parked it in my cunt! Now, let me clean you up.” She dropped to her knees and licked his
cock clean. She took it into her mouth again and sucked out the last remaining drops of
cum.
She took a tissue from the box and wiped herself and took a fresh tissue and left it in
the folds of her labia so that she wouldn’t end up with any stains on her skirt.
“Has anyone ever told you that you have very tasty sperm, Mr. Sinclair?” Fred stood
there staring at her. He truly didn’t know what to say.
Finally he came to himself and said, “Ya got the job, Velvet! Come on in at 9:00 in the
mornin’ an Maude’ll git ya started. Here, ya cin go outa my private ‘ntrance.”
“Thanks, Mr. Sinclair, it’s been a pleasure having you do some
driving! I’ll be coming in the morning.” She planted a kiss on his cheek and walked out
into the parking lot.
Shit, the rude fucker didn’t even try to make me cum, she thought; how typical!
Frederick Sinclair collapsed into his big leather chair and stared at a spot on the
wall. Slowly a wicked smile crossed his face. This looked like it was going to be the
best employee he had ever hired. At this point, he didn’t care if she was even qualified
to make coffee!
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