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CHAPTER THREE

"And I see here that your last job was, ahh…" Bob Hughes, a gray-haired, studious-looking man in his mid-forties, paused to squint at Cynthia's application. "In 1964. You worked as a clerk in a bookstore. I see. May I ask, Ms. Perrine, what you've been doing for the past twenty years?"

"Well, I was married." Cynthia squirmed in the hard wooden chair facing the personnel officer's desk and glanced nervously around his austere private office. "I just got a divorce."

"I see, I see…" Hughes chewed the end of his pencil and looked at her thoughtfully. "And your husband supported you during that time. And you're now in need of an additional source of income?"

"Well, no." Cynthia squirmed again, uncomfortable in her short print dress. She wondered if it was, a little too tight for applying for work. "Ted pays me alimony. I mean, not a lot, I didn't screw him or… I mean, I'm not a gold digger. It's just that my son still lives with me, and the house, and… well, the money's not important to me as just getting out of the house."

Hughes raised his eyebrows, and returned his attention to her employment application. A quick blush spread through Cynthia's cheeks. She knew there was no way she could tell him that she needed a part-time job to take her mind off her constant craving to fuck her teenage son, which had become worse and worse by the day.

"You just want to work twenty hours a week or so, is that right?" Hughes asked.

Cynthia nodded.

"Have you done… well, any other kind of work in the past twenty years? Volunteer work, anything?"

"Well…" Cynthia searched her memory. "For a couple of months I did some fund raising for the PTA. When Randy and Felicia were still little. That's about all, I suppose."

Hughes sighed and leaned away from his desk. "In that case, Cynthia, I don't think there's much we can do for you. You seem like a very nice woman, and your typing skills are acceptable, but Trans Amalgamated has made a general policy of hiring only those with extensive experience in an office environment. I was hoping to make an exception in your case, but I just don't see how I can. I'm sorry."

There was a long silence. Cynthia blushed and averted her eyes to the floor, feeling embarrassed and slightly humiliated. She really wanted a part-time job badly, she realized, and she doubted she could find one anywhere else.

She knew that if she didn't get one she'd just stay home and feel horny all the time, jacking off to thoughts of her teenage son. Then she'd wind up seducing and fucking him, and Cynthia didn't see how she could live with herself if she did that.

"Isn't there something I could do?" she asked meekly. "I mean, you said you were hoping to make an exception in my case. Isn't there something I could do to get the job?"

"Well…" Hughes looked indecisive for a moment, then shook his head. "I'm sorry, Cynthia. Maybe you can get a job with a small retailer downtown. There's not much else I can say."

"But please!"

Feeling suddenly desperate, Cynthia rose from her chair and walked around to Hughes' side of the desk, looking down at him imploringly.

"Your company policies can't be that rigid! I mean, I really want to work, and… well, I guess I'm just an okay typist, but I'll get a lot better if I practice! Doesn't enthusiasm mean something? Honestly, Mr. Hughes, I'll just do anything for the job!"

There was another silence. Hughes opened his mouth to speak, but thought better of it. It took Cynthia a moment to realize that there was a slight downward tilt to his gaze, that he was covertly ogling her stacked, big-titted body through her dress.

Cynthia automatically looked at his crotch. Hughes' slacks were baggy, but it was obvious that there was a very big and stiff hard-on straining for release from his pants.

Hughes noticed where she was looking, and it was his turn to blush. Cynthia felt shocked for a moment, then very excited. He seemed like such a severe, formal, untouchable man, but she'd turned him on without even trying.

The excitement was joined by a feeling of power. That was one thing she could always do, she thought grimly. She hadn't worked in a long time, and her typing skills were nothing special, but she could still make men helpless with her mouthwatering body and big firm tits.

Feeling horny and confident, Cynthia stood so close to him that her straining tits nearly touched his face. "Mr. Hughes," she asked breathlessly, "are you sure there isn't something I could do to get that job?"

Hughes fidgeted uncomfortably, trying to adjust his pants so that his stiff prick wouldn't show. "I just told you that there wasn't, Cynthia."

"But are you sure?"

Smiling wantonly, she lowered her hand and lightly touched his neck, trailing her fingers up his cheek. Hughes blushed fiercely and squirmed in the chair. Cynthia pressed still closer, until her big tits pressed against his cheek.

"I really want that job, Mr. Hughes," she whispered huskily. "I want it so bad I can taste it. I'll do anything if you give it to me. Anything you want."

"P-please, Cynthia!"

Slowly, feeling no need to hurry, Cynthia fell to her knees on the office floor. Hughes did nothing to stop her as she parted his legs, running her hands up his thighs. He gasped as she wrapped her fingers tightly around the swollen outline of his big prick.

"Mr. Hughes, what's this big thing sticking out of your pants for?"

Hughes' blush brightened. Cynthia lazily fiddled with his zipper, kneading and massaging his aching cock through his slacks.

"You've got a hard-on, don't you, Mr. Hughes? My body turns you on. Will you give me the job if I give your prick a good sucking?"

She pulled down his zipper and tugged down his slacks with his shorts, releasing his blood engorged cock from confinement. Cynthia gasped as she saw how big his prick was. His cock stood out from his belly like a battering ram, thick and tong and very hard, crowned by a rosy, drooling knob that was just made for her lips and tongue.

"Umm, Mr. Hughes, you've got a beautiful hard-on!" Cynthia wrapped both hands around his aching prick and milked his cock tenderly, smiling as fresh pre-cum oozed from the open piss slit. "I really want to suck your dick, lover! Will you give me the job if I put your cock in my mouth?"

Hughes groaned and thrust his hand behind her head, silently indicating that she should begin the blow job. Whimpering, Cynthia pressed her lips to the tip of his cock.

His prick tasted salty, and she sucked hard, tickling her tongue on the piss hole to lap up the translucent fluid oozing up from his balls. Then she gradually opened her mouth and slid her mouth downwards over the throbbing column, enveloping his cock, caving in her cheeks to increase the suction in her throat.

"Unh! Oh, Cynthia!" Hughes' severe, studious face contorted obscenely with arousal as he felt the sucking pressure of the suck job tantalizing his cock. "Oh Jesus, that feels so good! My wife never does this to me! Unh! Suck harder, Cynthia! Make my cock cum!"

Lewd gurgling, slurping sounds came out of Cynthia's mouth as she increased the intensity of the blow job. Her hands slid up his hairy thighs to his cock. One clutched his bloated balls, while the other started to jack his prick hard and fast, beating the personnel officers' meat into her throat.

Soon she fell into a steady, lurid rhythm, bobbing her head and jacking hard as she sucked him off, fucking her face with his cock. Her eyes closed; a dreamy, pretty expression flowed over her face as she stuffed her lips with his cock.

She'd always loved sucking prick, ever since the first time she'd taken Ted's cock between her lips. It felt so good to shave a big cock throbbing in her mouth, like a nursing child sucking on a tit. Cynthia almost hated to admit it to herself, but she was horny enough for Hughes' big cock that she would have happily sucked it in any case, whether he hired her or not.

His prick swelled steadily as she sucked, until the big cockshaft was as hard as bone. Cynthia's lips felt the aching size of his cock, and her fingers tightened gently on his ball bag as his nuts tightened with their heavy load.

"Gonna cum!" Hughes gasped. He pulled her hair with both hands and rocked his hips violently on the chair, cruelly fucking his prick in and out of her gurgling, sucking mouth.

"Oh shit, honey, oh fucking shit! Swallow my fucking load! Ahh Jesus!"

His big prick jerked hard in her mouth, and a long ribbon of hot cum shot from the tip of his cock. Cynthia tasted the salty thickness of his jism and whimpered contentedly. She clung to his cock with her pumping fist and jacked him off faster than ever as she feverishly started swallowing, taking all of his cum.

Even as she gulped down the load, she had to wonder how long it had been since Hughes' wife had spread her legs for a good fuck. The personnel officer's wad was enormous, as if he'd been storing a year's worth of cum in his balls.

Cynthia desperately tried to swallow all of his cum, but it wasn't possible. The white jism overflowed her lips around his spurting cock and oozed out onto her chin, dripping obscenely onto her tits.

And still she continued sucking, taking his cock out of her mouth and lapping his prick shamelessly until she'd licked the last drop from the still-throbbing length of his cock.

"Oh, Jesus!" Hughes sprawled quivering on the chair, overwhelmed by the pleasure of the blow job. "I can't believe you did that for me! I haven't cum so fucking hard since I was a kid! Jesus Christ!"

Cynthia wiped her mouth and rose to her feet, staring down at his upthrust, throbbing prick. His cock was still very stiff, and her pussy tingled and juiced with her need to feel his prick fucking deep inside her buttery cunt. But first she wanted to find out if her lewd act was being rewarded.

"Am I going to get the job?" she asked softly.

"'Course you're going to get the fucking job!" Hughes shot back. "Jesus, it's just a part-time typing position. As long as you don't want to be the chief executive officer I can get you almost anything you Goddamn well want!"

Cynthia giggled and pushed her hand under her short dress, rubbing her wet, hairy pussy mound through her panties. "Well, can you fuck me now, Mr. Hughes?" she whispered vixenishly. "That's all I want right now!"

Hughes watched hungrily as she lifted the hem of her dress, knotting it around her waist. She kicked off her high heels and pulled her panties slowly down her long, tapering legs, leaving herself naked from the waist down, exposing her wet cunt.

Hughes groaned as his big prick twitched to new stiffness at the sight of her naked pussy. "Check the door," he said hoarsely. "Make sure that it's locked."

Cynthia walked across the office to the door, feeling the personnel officer's eyes follow her peach-shaped ass cheeks as she moved. She checked the lock and returned to him. Her pussy lips squished together as she moved.

The chair was low and wide so she could straddle him without taking her feet off the floor. Cynthia mounted him hurriedly, immediately reaching between her thighs to grasp the long shaft of his hard-on. Her ass wiggled as she lowered herself. She whimpered as she rubbed the drooling, shiny-skinned cock-knob up and down her hot cunt slit.

"Put it in!" Hughes begged excitedly. "Put it in your pussy!"

Cynthia centered the heart-shaped cock crown between the flowering folds of her pussy. Then she started to hump and grind her ass, skillfully helping him slide the meaty inches of his cock into the tight, clasping sheath of her pussy.

"Aww, God!" Hughes yelped. "Oh fucking God!"

He lowered his eyes and watched excitedly as his veined prickshaft disappeared into her pussy bush, sinking into the oiled clinging wetness of her cunt. His hips bucked off the chair. Soon he was fucking into her fast and hard, fucking his cock into the velvety sheath of her fuck hole.

"Yesss, so good!" Cynthia hissed. She held his shoulders for support and ground her ass on his thighs, taking all of his cock into her pussy. "It's all the way in now, lover!" she gasped. "Oh fuck, your cock feels so good in my pussy!"

Flexing and tightening her cunt muscles, Cynthia wrapped her arms around his back and kissed him hornily, feeling his cock throb violently in her cunt as their tongues entertwined. Then she hurriedly unbuttoned her blouse, exploring, her huge tits encased in the lacy white, D-cup bra.

"Take it off!" she pleaded. "Suck my tits while you fuck me!"

Her ass moved up and down, pumping his cock, making her creamy-white tits bounce lewdly in their cups. Hughes pinched the front clasp of her bra and undid it, gasping as the cups fell away and her ripe-nippled tits were exposed to his lustful gaze.

His hands slid up her lean waist to her ribcage, cupping the rounded globes of her jiggling tits. He made Cynthia gasp as he massaged them, stiffening the nipples under his palms.

Then he bent forward and buried his head in her cleavage. As his blood-engorged cock fucked in and out of her cunt, Hughes enveloped one nipple between his lips. He sucked eagerly, like a baby trying to draw out milk. At the same time he began to fuck his rigid prick furiously into her cunt.

"Haaarder, fuck me hard!" Cynthia told herself that they were in an office building, that she had to keep her voice down, but it was hard to suppress the shrieks and gasps of her lust. She grabbed the back of his head, pulling his face onto her tits as she bounced rhythmically on his cock. "Gonna cum! Oh please fuck me, Mr. Hughes! Fuck my pussy as hard as you can!"

The chair skittered on the floor as Hughes fucked her wet, fur-fringed fuck hole with his cock. Cynthia could feel his cock stiffen and swell with each thrust into her belly, until the veined upper side rubbed her clit with every pump.

"Gonna cum!" she cried. Cynthia started fucking in long, drawn-out, thrusting movements, sliding her wet, clasping pussy all the way up to the tip of his prick before again taking his cock deep into her cunt. "Oh, shit! My cunt's so hot! Unh! It's burning! Unh! Fuck me, bastard! Fuck me harder! Ahhhhh! Oh fuck, oh shit, I'm cuuummmiiinnngggg!"

The spasms swept through her pussy like waves of pleasure, making her nipples ache in his sucking mouth and her cunt pulse violently around his fucking cock. The horny mother whipped her ass up and down on his prick in a lustful fury, feeling her clit tingle and pulse as the cum drained her gorgeous body.

"Unh! Oh, Cynthia, keep fucking me!" Hughes' face contorted as the second cum load built in his bloated balls. "Aww fuck, I can't stand it anymore! My dick's so fucking stiff! Move your ass! Aww I'm cumming, I'm gonna spurt!"

His big cock trembled and pulsed wildly in her deluged pussy, nearly pushing Cynthia into another cum. Then she squealed with pleasure as she felt the white stream of spunk gush out of his cockhead, pouring deep inside her cunt.

Hotly she fucked him, contracting her pussy sheath to milk out every drop of fuck cream. Again, as she fucked him, she wondered how often his wife let him fuck her. Hughes wasn't a young man, and he'd just cum buckets in her mouth, but there was still much of his jism. It filled Cynthia's pussy completely, spraying deep into her cunt until the velvety cunt tunnel was filled, running out of her fuck hole and dripping back down his gushing cock.

Cynthia slowly lifted her sweating naked ass, letting his prick slide out of her. His big prick had finally gone soft, lying in a greasy tube on his thigh. But the horny expression in Hughes' eyes showed that he wasn't done yet.

"Let me suck your pussy," he said softly.

Cynthia looked at him quizzically, then glanced down at her cunt. Her pussy was incredibly wet, drenched with her own fuck juices. The short curly hairs were matted to her cunt slit; and the pouting pussy hole was bubbling with ooze.

"Please, Cynthia! It's so fucking wet!" Grinning lewdly, he dipped his finger briefly into her hot, throbbing cunt. "Let me suck and make you cum again!"

Remaining silent, Cynthia pushed the paper off the personnel officer's desk and climbed onto it, wiggling her ass on the hard, wooden surface. Her pussy was so wet that her thighs were slick with her juices, and the fuck cream ran out of her cunt slit onto the desk.

Leaning forward in his chair, Hughes parted her shapely thighs and lowered his face onto her hairy fuck hole. Then he started to eat out her pussy like a starving man, licking up all the fuck juices from her swollen, horny cunt.

"Unnnn! Fuck!" Cynthia's face contorted lasciviously with desire as she felt him pushing his tongue into her pussy, sliding it up and down the bright pinkness of her cunt. "Yes, bastard! Suck me, lover! Eat out my cunt!"

Hughes pushed his hands under her hips, clutching the quivering cheeks of her ass. He continued to slide his tongue rhythmically up and down her pussy, pausing occasionally to fuck it deep inside her cunt.

"More! I'm gonna cum!" After sucking his prick and fucking him, Cynthia was already on the verge of another orgasm. She grabbed the back of his head and humped her ass off the desk, fucking her cunt onto his hips. "Suck my pussy! Clean it up, bastard! My pussy's so fucking wet! I'm gonna cum!"

Squeezing her ass cheeks, Hughes wrapped his lips around her clit. He sucked it tenderly but forcefully, seeming to draw it out of its fleshy hood. Cynthia instantly felt the tingling spasms throbbing through her fuck tunnel.

"Cumming!" She pounded her ass off the desk, thrusting her throbbing pussy onto his lips as the waves of ecstasy coursed through her body. "Unh yes, suck my cunt! Get my clit, oh Christ, I'm cumming now! I'm cuuummmiiinnngggg!"

She came so hard she nearly blacked out, dazedly watching his tongue pump eagerly into her cunt. When she recovered, a slow smile of pleasure spread shamelessly across her face.

It wasn't so bad to fuck like this to get a job, she thought resignedly. It might not even be so bad to keep fucking Mr. Hughes on the side. Anything to keep from staying home and jacking off all day, thinking about her son.