"Ummgggh! Fuck my cunt, Sir! Unggggh! Oh, shit, oh, fuck, feels so fucking good! I'm making it now, Sir! Unggggh! Oh, fuck my pussy, fuck my horny little pussy! Cumming now!"

Her hairy little pussy erupted in violent orgasm, gripping and sucking the meaty shaft, holding it deep inside her pussy. Hankison grunted, thrusting in hard, ramming his cock to the hilt in her pussy.

The second load of prick-juice squirted out of his fuck organ, making the big rod buck and shiver inside her as it sprayed her pussy with jizz. Rachel moaned with pleasure, flexing her fucking muscles. Again and again the sappy white cum spouted into her cunt, basting the well-reamed walls with the soothing load of cream.

Rachel finally slid away from him, making her wet little cunt slide off of his cock. For at least a minute she just lay crumpled on the floor, feeling the milky prick-juice oozing out of her snatch.

"Okay," she sighed, at last. "How many times do I have to fuck you to not get fired?"

"Zero times," Hankison said. "You don't have a job to keep."

Rachel spun her head around to stare at him. Hankison was buckling his pants.

"Why, why, you…"

"I can't keep a stupid little slut like you around here." Hankison shrugged. "Fucking my patients for nothing. I want them to think of their teeth when they come here. Their teeth, and how much money they're willing to give me." He shook his head. "You're fired, as of right now. It's as simple as that."

"But… but… I just fucked you!"

"I'm sure you've done that plenty of times with no strings attached," Hankison snickered. "This is just another time, that's all!"

CHAPTER THREE

"He is just such a big gnarly-grody rectum!" Rachel was complaining, later that night.

"If you say so, Rachel," Mr. Cranston nodded.

Phil Cranston was a handsome, forty year-old widower who had been a close friend of Rachel's parents, before both had died in a tragic car accident a year before. He was now Rachel's landlord – she rented the unit on the bottom floor of Mr. Cranston's house.