She watched as his back arched, her hands opening his shirt further, letting her see his hard muscle glistening with perspiration, his dark hair peppering his torso. He flung his head back, letting loose such a deep moan as his hips pounded down, his cock thrusting in so very, very deep.
The office filled with the sounds of their passionate fucking, and finally he could hold back no more. That older, distinguished Mr. Mayor trembling as he shoved into her nice and deep, then let loose a quaking moan as he unloaded all that thick, virile seed deep inside her fertile womb, shaking with the satisfaction.
Her legs trembled and she forced herself to withstand his hard thrusts, take every ounce of his offering to her body. She leaned against the table, pushing back against him, her own breath heaving as her little whimpers of pleasure peppered the air.
She stayed still for a few seconds, enjoying the feel and sounds of his pleasure, a smile growing on her lips all the while.
He was slow to catch his breath, a grin on his face as he looked down at her.
“Damn, that was just the best,” he said, looking her over, appreciating her youthful beauty. “You got the job,” he said, “and we’ll be doin’ a lot more of this.” He slowly pulled out of her, grasping some tissues from the corner of his desk, helping her with the cleanup as he pulled out.
“And here,” he added, pulling out that roll of bills again, and plunking it down on the desk with the money he’d offered her before. “Treat yourself to a nice shoppin’ spree. When you start on Monday, I want to see you in some sexy outfits, ya hear?”
She stared at the money, her plush lips parted. She had no idea how much was there, but she knew it was more than enough for some proper work outfits for her new job. She cleaned herself up, not feeling anything but excitement and happiness as she looked at him.
“Oh I will! Skirts and blouses and things like that?” she asked, taking the money and tucking it into her jean shorts pocket.
“Yeah, exactly,” he said, tucking himself back into his own pants, doing up his shirt as he smiled to her. “Some sexy lingerie too. Y’know, nice bra and panties. Maybe a couple pairs of those panties with the open slit in ‘em,” he said with a wink. “I wanna see you show off that body around here. And for me especially,” he declared, leaning in and placing a hand on her ass, squeezing it.
She had no idea panties like that existed, but she made a mental note to look for them. Her lips spread as she smiled at him, liking the sensation of his large hand on her supple rear.
She had a job, a way to help take care of her ma.
And she got to be fucked by the stud of a Mayor while she’s at it.
All in all, Brittany felt on top of the world.
“Okay, I’ll go shopping then,” she said with an excited wiggle. “And then on Monday... we’ll get to work!”
“You’ll enjoy it,” he said with another wink, giving her ass another squeeze, feeling her supple flesh swell between his fingers.
He escorted her back out to the front door, much more his usual self once they were in public. But then she was back on the street, to her own devices. It was getting late by that point, sunset was coming.
When she hopped aboard the family truck though, immediately… something was not right. It was having trouble starting.
Looking down the street, she saw Mike the mechanic was closing up shop for the day too.
“Dang it all,” she hissed under her breath. She turned the keys in the ignition once more, and it just sputtered out, whining at her insistence. She slammed her hand on the wheel before hopping back out onto the gravel.
“Mike!” she said, waving her hand in the air as she jogged towards him, her breasts bouncing uncomfortably as she did so. It had been such a long day, and she was craving some quiet time to process it all, but it seemed fate had other plans for her.
Mike was topless, as usual, his torso glistening, the most ripped man in town to boot. Only a couple smears of engine grease on him as he looked towards her, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of her voluptuous figure bounding along at him.
He was only a few years older than her, but had struck out, started his own business and was doing well since the only other garage in town shut down.
“Hey Brittany,” he said, his voice deep as he stopped, biceps bulging as he held the garbage door. “What’s up?”
“Well if I knew that, I wouldn’t have been rushing over to beg you not to close,” she said with a laugh, pointing at her abandoned truck, door still left open. “She just doesn’t want to do anymore work today, I guess. No idea what’s wrong with her. You know me, I know more about what’s wrong with a horse than a truck.”
He cracked a grin at her then chuckled.
“I’ll go take a look for ya,” he said, looking so handsome as he headed with her on over to the truck.
Popping the hood, he bent over, getting in and looking around, she had a hard time to follow what he was up to. Especially since she got a full on look at his rippling physique. Mike was the hottest young hunk for miles around, and she knew for a fact just about every girl was after him.
He gave a whistle after a while.
“Dang, Brittany,” he said, “This ain’t lookin’ good. Looks like this whole engine might need a replacin’. And I’m sorry to say, that ain’t a cheap or quick fix.”