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CHAPTER TEN

Over the next two weeks, Sally went on two more evening dates with Rick Johnson. On both those dates he took her to the same secluded place in the country and banged her ass good. Instead of fucking her in the car, however, be spread her out face-down on a blanket on the ground and humped her ass savagely, crushing her with his full weight. His wild fucking frightened Sally as much as it excited her, but she always managed to live through his attack, returning home tingling all over – only to find her brother Mark waiting for her so he could bang her asshole again in the garage.

She'd been seeing a lot of Mark lately. Now that she and Mark had openly admitted their lust for each other, Mark wouldn't leave her alone. He sneaked into her bedroom every night for a blowjob or a quick fuck. Often, before breakfast or supper, the two of them would couple again. Instead of Mark hauling out his girlie magazines and whacking off, he'd haul Sally into his bedroom and work his cock off in her throat, or up her cunt, or up her asshole. At times, Sally felt as if she were being used like some kind of sex toy, but then she always realized that any pleasure she gave to Mark, she got back in return. In fact, half the time it was she who sought out Mark for sex before he came to her. The two of them were becoming more and more daring. They'd slept together three times, returning to separate bedrooms just before dawn. Sometimes Sally thought of them as Romeo and Juliet.

The job at Lipman's was working out better than anything Sally had ever imagined. Word was slowly spreading about the new daytime salesgirl in Sporting Goods, and slow mornings gave way to mornings so busy that Sally wondered how much longer she could handle them alone. More and more boys from school wandered in, always buying a new jockstrap, or shorts, or an athletic jersey, always something they had to try on before buying it. Sally not only had, her hands full, she had her mouth full, and her cunt, and her ass. A lot of the boys she serviced had had blowjobs before, had fucked cunts, but most of them had never fucked a girl's asshole, so Sally took pleasure in working her asshole onto their cocks and letting them bugger her. If she was pressed for time, ass-fucking their cocks was a sure way to bring them off almost before they got started humping. She had a hot, tight, hard-sucking asshole, and she was getting more and more talented with it everyday. One day she finished letting a boy bugger her and stepped out of her booth to find three other boys lined up and waiting for her ass. She feared that any day now things would be getting out of hand.

Then, at the beginning of Sally's third week at Lipman's, George Lipman showed up one morning, his fat hands on the backs of two new girls, whom he introduced to Sally as Linda and Margie. He wanted her to train them. She'd done such a good job – day sales in Sporting Goods had more than doubled since she'd been hired that more salesgirls would be needed to handle all the new customers. Sally had a magic touch, George Lipman told the new girls, and he hoped some of that magic would rub off on them. During her noon break, Sally was to report to him in his office.

"You wouldn't believe what happened to us in his office," said Margie the moment George Lipman was gone. She blushed very red, but it was obvious she was dying to talk about her and Linda's encounter with Mr. Lipman.

"He told us not to talk about confidential stuff," Linda said. "Or we'd be fired. Remember?"

Margie turned even redder. "My God, I forgot."

"There are many things we don't talk about here at Lipman's," Sally said. "And there's a lot to learn about this job, some of it that you'll have to find out on your own. Let's get to work. By the way, nice new dresses you two are wearing."

"Gifts of Mr. Lipman," Linda said, beaming.

"We got bonus checks too," said Margie.

"How much?" said Sally.

"A hundred dollars each," said Linda. "Can you believe it?"

Sally smiled, pleased with herself. Her own initial bonus check had been five-hundred dollars. Mr. Lipman obviously valued her much more.

Margie and Linda showed what kind of giddy schoolgirls they were when the boys started showing up. Sally had to remind them several times that they'd been hired to work, not to stand around flirting and giggling like a couple of street girls. She let them tend the cash register and straighten the shelves while she went into the women's fitting room to "tidy things up", as she told them. By mid-morning Sally had given three blowjobs and had been fucked in the cunt and asshole four times each, and Margie and Linda were getting suspicious.

"What are you always going in the dressing room for?" Linda asked.

"I told you," Sally said, smirking. "To tidy things up. That room is such a mess. I don't know when I'll ever get it back into shape."

"I think she goes in there to jerk off," Margie said.

"Come on, girls," Sally said, ignoring Margie's comment. "You've got lots to learn. Let's get back to work."

Noon came, and Denise appeared.

"Take care of these two," Sally told Denise.

"What about us?" Margie said. "When do we get to eat?"

"As soon as I get back," Sally said. Or maybe sooner, she thought – if Denise had anything to say about it. She envisioned the two girls down on their knees, munching way on Denise's pussy and ass.

Upstairs, Mr. Lipman's secretary was out to lunch, so Sally went straight through the outer office to Mr. Lipman's office. He was sitting behind his desk, his chubby fingers punching a desk calculator, but he looked up immediately as Sally entered, then looked her up and down like a farmer appraising a prize cow at an auction.

"My dear, you look ravishing, but you are beginning to lose your wonderful tan. We really ought to do something about that. Starting now, I'd like you to begin working a few evenings each week, and by the time school starts I'd like to have you working most evenings. That way, you can work on your tan these summer days and, come school, we can have you working full time evenings."

Sally didn't know what to say. George's proposal – or was it an order – was so sudden and unexpected.

"Well, why don't we make it four evenings a week then, once school starts, and only every other weekend? How does that sound, darling?"

"I don't know. I'll have to think about it."

"Of course," George Lipman said, "but I'm sure we can work something out satisfactory to both of us. You will, of course, be fabulously paid at least double what you've been earning. And there are fringe benefits. The evening clientele is much more distinguished in general, more the cream of society, shall we say, and they have been known to tip, sometimes quite well."

As Mr. Lipman spoke, he scribbled in his check book and tore out a check, pushing it across the desk at Sally.

"A little bonus to reward two weeks of very good work, darling."

The check was for $250, and Sally stared at it, not quite believing it, while at the same time trying to figure out what she was going to do with all this money she was making.

"Before you go to lunch, dear, please step into my lounge for a sip of wine. We must celebrate your promotion. And by the way, I'd like you to begin your evening shifts this very evening. One of the girls has called in sick. Can you do that, darling? You will, of course, be paid time-and-a-half."

Who could argue with George Lipman? Sally found herself muttering agreements to him as he ushered her into his lounge and locked the door behind them. He poured red wine into two small crystal glasses and gave one glass to Sally. He put his arm around her and toasted her, and they drank. Within two minutes, he'd stripped her naked and had stripped himself too. He positioned her on her hands and knees on the carpet and mounted her from behind like a bull. His cock felt red-hot as it slipped up Sally's cum oozing cunt.

"Oh my darling, oh my angel?" he moaned, humping, grunting, banging her ass with his paunchy belly. "You're so wet inside! Oh look, the cum is oozing out of you!" He spread her asscheeks. "And out of your asshole too! Oh my angel, that's so hot!"

He pulled his cock out of her cunt and guided it between her asscheeks. It sank easily up her asshole, and he started to thrust wildly, his breathing becoming labored.

"What is hotter than a pretty girl's asshole? A pretty blonde girl's asshole."

He caught handfuls of her hair and rubbed it in his face. Then he leaned over and licked her back, all the while screwing his stiff cock in and out of her asshole. He breathed so hard that Sally feared he'd pass out.

She tightened her asshole, squeezing his cock rhythmically with her asshole walls, at the same time wiggling her ass with quick, small rotations. Her loins throbbed inside. Pussycream and cum dribbled from her contracting cunt and ran down her legs. Mr. Lipman's cock sounded like a toilet plunger in her cum-filled asshole.

"Oh my, oh God!" the man gasped. "I'm going to lose it if I keep this up!" He yanked his cock out of her and fell on his back on the floor. "Sit on my face, darling, quickly!"

Sally was dizzy. She nearly fell over the man as she moved to straddle his head. He was beating his cock fiercely. She pressed her asshole to his mouth and felt his tongue slip inside it. In her excitement, she shoved some fingers up her pussy to jerk herself off. George growled, licking and sucking her hot asshole. Then he twisted his face away, puffing his tongue out of her.

"Shit, my darling!" he gasped. "Please shit, oh please! You've got to, angel, you must, oh please! Shit in my mouth! Oh please!" As his hand jerked, his foreskin worked up and down over his shiny, lube-oozing cock knob.

Sally realized that she could skit if she wanted to. She bore down, forcing the shit through her intestines. She heard George Lipman sucking up the fluids that bubbled out of her asshole. He was moaning, masturbating as if he'd rip his cock out at his loins. Sally's fingers pistoned in her own cunt as she simultaneously tried to shit and bring herself off. She felt her turd slide through her bowels and to the entrance of her gaping whole. Bending forward so she could watch between her legs, she saw her turd slide into George Lipman's open mouth, her turd frosted with slimy cunt. To her disbelief, George Lipman sucked on her turd, then began to swallow it. As it moved down his throat, his cum shot so forcefully that it hit Sally in the face and tits. Her cunt whirled to a peak of excitement and went into spasms. She moaned, hot cum pelting her face, the pleasure gnawing through her crotch as she jerked herself off. George Lipman swallowed her entire turd, shooting so much cum that Sally wondered if he'd ever stop coming. He moaned and cooed as if he were experiencing the orgasm of his life.

Finally, Sally crawled off him, her tits and face dripping cum. She crouched over him like a cat and lapped the cum off his flabby skin. Then she cleaned herself off. George watched her, wheezing as he tried to catch his breath. Sally got up to start getting dressed.

"Wait," George said. He struggled up his hands and knees, looking like an old boar, with his flab hanging all over. He crawled behind Sally and licked her ass until it was absolutely clean. Then he crouched down and licked her toes and feet. He licked her legs, moving up to her crotch so he could lick that clean too. "Thank you, darling."

Having dressed, Sally left him lying on the couch, on the verge of a nap. She went to lunch then, dizzy with visions of what had happened in his office.

Back in Sporting Goods after lunch, she found Denise and the two new girls getting along fine. It was obvious by the looks on their faces that Margie and Linda knew everything now about their new job.