"She licked the landlord" - читать интересную книгу автора (Crane David)

CHAPTER THREE

Henry Sylvester was a bookish gentleman, with silvery hair and horn-rimmed eyeglasses, elegantly dressed in a three-piece suit and silk necktie. The suit was well cut and frightfully expensive, but at the moment the lines of his trousers were distorted.

Henry had a massive hard-on.

But he was hiding it behind the desk as he interviewed the sexy young blonde girl.

"Yes, I think you'll do nicely," he said.

"Oh, I'm so pleased," Crystal said, smiling. "Errrrr – there's only one thing…" he added. Her eyebrows went up quizzically. But Henry didn't notice, since he was staring at her tits.

"There's some physical effort involved, my dear. You must be fairly strong and agile."

She looked puzzled.

"To put heavy volumes high on the shelves, of course," the elegant bookstore owner explained.

"Oh, I'm sure I can manage."

"Well, let's just see, shall we?" he suggested. He rose from behind his desk. If he hadn't been such a proper, courtly sort of man, Crystal could have sworn that he had a huge hard-on.

Looks can be deceiving, she figured. He handed her a heavy dictionary and motioned toward the sliding ladder.

"Let's see if you can place this book on the very top shelf, my dear," he said.

Crystal cradled the big book on one arm and mounted the stepladder gracefully, having no difficulty. She placed the book on the top shelf and looked down, hoping that he would express his approval.

She was startled to find that Mr. Sylvester was standing at the foot of the ladder, his aristocratic head tilted back – as he looked right up her skirt!

Holy cow! Crystal thought.

But she didn't mind in the least.

Crystal loved to be admired, and his admiration was evident. He was licking his lips and his eyes were glinting behind his glasses – and the front of his trousers stood out obscenely.

Figuring she would give him a good look, Crystal pretended that she was having more trouble with the book than she actually was. She placed one foot on a higher rung and parted her sleek thighs as wide as her precarious perch permitted.

She was glad she was wearing tiny, sexy bikini panties under her modest dress.

And now, as she felt his gaze burning into her groin, the crotch band of her panties began to fill up with a heavy flood of cunt-juice. She could feel it soaking her undies.

Her clit swelled, standing out like a bullet in the crotch band. Thick, pasty cunt-milk oozed from the edges of the leg holes, trickling down her inner thighs. She knew that he was aware of her arousal.

Sylvester was licking his lips more hungrily now and his long, thin nose rippled, nostrils flaring, as he breathed in the fumes of her hot pussy.

His expression was definitely that of a cunt-lapper!

The prospect excited Crystal.

If sitting on his face was part of the job, that was fine with her. She adored getting her pussy sucked and if her boss wanted to do it for her, it would be like a bonus, a part of the job.

It would be lots better than sucking Gunderson's prick for the rent, she figured.

As long as Sylvester didn't think he could eat her cunt in lieu of wages.

Crystal would have willingly let Sylvester tongue-fuck her on the spot, in fact. But he was far too much the gentleman to make such a request, as if the job were dependent on her compliance.

When he realized that she was looking down at him, he blushed and averted his face.

Crystal was disappointed when he stepped away, and she remained where she was, in case he changed bis mind and came back for another look – or a lick.

But he sat down behind his desk again. She climbed back down the ladder, managing to get her dress hiked up high enough to give him a good look at her trim, hard, round ass.

He was sweating profusely, his hands trembling, his lips damp. But he wasn't a forward fellow, and Crystal was far too shy to make a suggestion, herself.

She decided not to wear any panties when she came to work, as a sort of hint.

"Well?" she asked.

"Ummmmm?" he murmured, distracted. "Oh. Oh, yes, to be sure – you may have the job, my dear."

"Thank you, Mister Sylvester. I know you won't be sorry." She batted her long, silken eyelashes bewitchingly. "I'll do anything you want me to."

He cleared his throat, hesitating. She looked hopeful. They both looked horny. But then he seemed to decide that it was too soon to go into details of her duties.

"Can you start after lunch?" he asked.

"Sure," she agreed.

That would give her time to find a place to live – and to return without any panties on, too.

"May I use the phone?" she asked.

"Certainly," the proper man replied.

Crystal checked the newspaper and then dialed the number of the house with a room to rent. The phone rang for some time before anyone answered, and Crystal took the opportunity to perch on the edge of the desk and move one knee up – so that Sylvester could have another searching look at her soaking panties, from closer up this time.

He was panting like a steam engine as he inhaled her pussy-perfume and gazed at the sodden crotch band of her sexy undies. His lapper flicked out again. He was doing his best to appear proper and businesslike, but he just couldn't conceal the cunt-hunger on his face.

Crystal was wondering how he would react if, without any embarrassing discussion, without any words at all, she simply slid on across the desk and shoved her pussy right into his distinguished face.

She was sorely tempted.

But then the phone was answered.

The woman who answered it, Crystal's prospective landlady, sounded breathless, as she might have been in the bathtub and had to dash to the phone.

But, actually, she was breathless because she had just been getting fucked.

By her teenaged son, no less.