The old man sighed at the sight of Ann's big, voluptuous body. He leaned forward and placed his hand on her knee and said, "I think I have just the job for you." His hand traveled further up between her legs, squeezing her soft, inner thighs. He stared at her large tits as he talked. "The manager of the apartment building that you live in needs an assistant. You will be trained as you work. Are you interested?"

"Of course, I am! That would be great. When do I start?"

"You can start today. I'll call them and tell them that you're on your way." He was still squeezing her thighs.

"How can I ever thank you?" she asked.

"I'll show you," he said. He rose out of his chair and knelt down in front of Ann. Pushing her dress up to her waist, he began kissing her legs.

Ann knew what he wanted to do and she decided to let him. After all, he had just given her a job, and she felt that she owed him something. Besides, it would feel good having a hot, wet tongue licking bet big pussy. Her cunt quivered as she awaited his touch.

Mr. Harris reached up and pulled down her panties, marveling at the thick, black hair between her legs. He spread her legs wide and buried his face in her big, ripe pussy. He was clumsy in his efforts, but his lips and tongue, slobbering over Ann's juicy cunt, had her squirming wildly in her chair.

"Ahhhhh! Ohhhhh! Ifs so goooood," she moaned as she reached down and grabbed the back of his head and forced his face deeper into her greedy pussy.

She felt his tongue dart into her cunt and lick her pussy walls. She shook violently as teeth clamped down on her swollen clit. "Ohhhhh! Ughbhhh! You sweet, pussy-eating bastard!" she purred. She felt her cunt grow wet and, with a small cry, she came, the orgasm nearly knocking her out of the chair. Her juices flowed freely over the old man's face, and he continued to lap up the sweet nectar until she finally pushed him away.