Michelle's face fell, and she struggled not to cry. "Oh, please, Mr. Benton," she begged, "give me one more chance. I promise to be careful. I won't let anyone see what I do."
He sighed deeply. "Sorry, honey," he said, "but I just can't take the chance. You already promised me once that you'd stay out of trouble, and look what happened. Imagine how it'd be if a newspaper got hold of this. We'd be ruined." He shook his head. "No, I'm sorry, Michelle, but you're fired."
He didn't walk away. Instead he studied Michelle carefully and began to take off his tie. Michelle was so upset, she didn't really notice this. All she could think of was how in the world she was going to explain things to Kurt and her parents. She couldn't possibly tell them the truth-that her own kinky sexual behavior had cost her her job. What was she going to do?
"Oh, please," she wept, "you've got to help me, Mr. Benton. I'll wash dishes, anything, but I have to have a job."
"Well, now," said Bent on, discarding his tie and starting to unbutton his shirt, "I just may be able to manage something for you, Michelle, if you're
cooperative."
"Cooperative?" Michelle said. "What do you mean?"
He ginned slightly. "I just mean doing whatever I say, whatever I want you to do. That's easy enough, isn't it?"
"Sure," said Michelle, "but what kind of things do you want me to do?"
"To begin with," Benton said, "finish taking off my shirt."
Michelle stood up at once, her pretty naked tits jiggling, and finished unbuttoning her boss' shirt. Or was he her former boss? She meant to please him, to do whatever he wanted, in order to have some kind of job at this hotel. She drew his shirt off and couldn't help admiring his hard tan chest with its light matting of golden brown hairs.
"That's fine," Benton purred. "Now my shoes and socks?
Michelle was so intent on following orders that she didn't stop, to wonder why the bearded young hotel manager should want to take off his clothes here in the woods. She untied his shoes and helped him to step out of them, then removed his socks. When she stood up again, Benton 's eyes ran hungrily from her gently quivering breasts down to the golden cloud of her bush.
"Now my pants," he said. "Help me get all my clothes off, Michelle." His voice was slightly hoarse with ill-concealed excitement.
Michelle obediently unzipped his pants, drew them down, and helped him step out of them. Then he was wearing nothing but his jockey shorts. He'd said to help remove ALL his clothes, so she
hooked her thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and pulled the garment down. She felt a little stir of excitement when she saw his pale semi-soft cock with its rosy head, but she reminded herself to stick to business-which was to please her boss.
He put his hand on her shoulder to steady himself as she knelt and helped him step out of his shorts. She started to rise again, but he held her down easily. His breathing seemed to be getting louder and faster. Stuck in her kneeling position, she looked up at him wonderingly and saw that his expression was glazed and slightly grinning.
"Now lick my cock, Michelle," he said.
She blushed hotly as she finally realized what this weird strjp act was all about. She should have guessed. It seemed that every time she was caught doing something naughty, she was "punished" by being forced to have sex. Well, she certainly didn't mind that kind of punishment. Grinning to herself, Michelle slipped her hand under his limp dangling cock and brought it up to her lips.
"That's a good girl," Benton sighed. "Just keep on doing exactly what I tell you, Michelle, and I'll certainly be willing to find you another job."
That was all she needed to hear. With a sigh of relief, Michelle stuck out her little pink tongue and started to lick his warm flaccid prick. She could easily obey his orders, which meant he'd keep his promise to find her another job. She didn't have to worry. She could just relax and enjoy turning him on, giving him a good time, and, incidentally, having a good time herself.
Holding his soft pale cock on the palm of her hand, she tickled slowly up and down the
milky-white blue-veined stalk with the slick tip of her tongue. Benton sighed happily, and Michelle felt the familiar beginnings of lust in her pussy-the moistening of her cunt mouth, the heating and swelling of her pussy lips. Yes, she was going to enjoy this "punishment" a lot.
"Nice, baby, real nice," Benton said huskily, gripping her smooth shoulders. "Just keep on doing that. Yeah, lick my meat real slow and easy…
Michelle found it easy to obey. She liked licking cocks, liked the taste and texture. Only one thing really bothered her now that she'd decided to experience sex before marriage. She wondered if she really ought to marry at all. It wouldn't be fair to Kurt-because she knew now that one man could never satisfy her. But if she didn't marry, what would she do with her life?
Well, she could worry about that some other time. Right now she wanted to concentrate entirely on getting Ray Benton aroused, giving him pleasure and excitement. She'd only lost her virginity a few hours ago, but already she was expert at exciting men. She seemed to have a natural talent for it. She enjoyed her work that was for certain.
"A little faster now, honey," Benton panted. "Do the head of my cock especially."
He'd hardly said it before she obeyed, trailing her wet little tongue swiftly up the soft white stalk of his prick till she reached the dark red head. She rimmed and circled it, running her tongue swiftly around and around the most sensitive part of his cock, the knob-like head. Benton gave a shudder of
pleasure.
"Nice," he sighed. "Just do that all over, will you, baby? Do my balls, too.
That was something she hadn't done before, licking a guy's balls. She'd been so interested in cocks, it hadn't occurred to her-but after all, it was only her first day as a non-virgin. There was a lot she had to learn, and she was eager to learn it. Again she licked rapidly, wetly, down the long pale pole of his cock, tickling right through the golden-brown thatch of his bush.
"Yeah, yeah," Benton gasped, "now my balls." Just as he said it, her little tongue tip touched the rosy soft flesh of his nut sacs, the highly-sensitive fleshy bags that crowded his crotch. She began to tongue them eagerly, making them flop and bounce in a lewd slapping rhythm. She found she enjoyed it just as much as licking his cock. Benton kneaded her shoulders and moaned. "Lick me," he chanted hoarsely, "lick meee!"
Her tongue was wet, scalding, and brisk on his tender nut sacs, and with that kind of stimulus it wasn't long before he got hotly excited. He seemed to want to go on testing her, though, for he kept giving instructions, telling her exactly what he wanted her to do to him.
"Now take my meat in your mouth," he gasped. "Hurry, Michelle, suck my cock."
She was surprised at the sudden change of pace, but she obeyed, trailing her slick little tongue off his spit-soaked balls and licking swiftly upward again, through his curly bush, up the fat soft stalk
of his prick, till she was tonguing the dark red head of his cock. She caught the fat head between her lips and sucked it inside.
'Awwwww, yeah, girl," Benton whined. "Take in as much as you can, honey. Take my dick in your mouth!"
Michelle did her best to p1ease him, sucking strongly on his warm flaccid meat, sucking his whole soft wrinkled prick onto her tongue. His damp rosy balls came to rest against her chin. She started to suck. Benton was breathless, almost not moving except for kneading her shoulders with his sweaty fingers.
"Oh, Jesus," he sighed softly.
Then it happened. Taking her completely by surprise, his cock sprang into life, going suddenly long and hard and thick in her mouth. Michelle felt the soft head becoming a big bard bulb that plunged right into her throat. She felt the stalk of his prick getting -very thick, stretching her lips painfully. She started to choke.