His jism started spilling into her and she welcomed it with her strong milking cunt muscles. When he was through, he held her against him until he caught his breath.

"That was the greatest," he said after a while.

"For me too."

"The blanket's full of come."

"My clothes are a mess."

"So're mine."

"Maybe we better get up. John hates when his dinner's late."

"Yeah, I almost forgot."

He walked at her side as they returned to the car. She tucked her panties into her purse and brushed her hair briefly. She fixed her stockings and smoothed down her skirt.

"Do I look like a woman who just got fucked?" she giggled.

"You look well-fucked, if that's what you mean."

Driving home, Jessie thought about John. She was in a good mood. Maybe I'll fix his favorite salad, she thought as she linked her arm through David's. It's the least I can do, coming home late like this.

CHAPTER TWO

"Why don't you take my cock out and pump it? You're not the timid type. Hell, I've seen you bopping around here, shaking those tits of yours. And you've been checking out my crotch too. Don't think I've missed that."

His name was Brad. He was in his early twenties and had only been with the company a few weeks. As usual Jessie was anxious to try him out. She and David played a game. She fucked all the new male employees and he fucked all the new girls.

Now he leaned against her desk and pushed her tits out. Folding her arms over her chest, she cocked an eyebrow at the young man.

"Kind of fresh, aren't you?"

"Yeah," he leered.

"What makes you so sure I'm interested in you?"

"You've been around. I told you. I've seen you checking me out."

"Maybe you're not my type."