"Rebeccuuhhhh!" Nate gasped. His hands fondled her trim ass as she frolicked over him. Nate's cum covered her brown curls as she let her pussy slide up and down, up and down that throbbing hot cock.
"Ohhhh, it's killing me it's so good. It's so damned good."
Her climax was suddenly pounding through her, the pleasure she'd experienced before merely a prelude. She cried out as her body twisted in the throes that almost made her faint. She squirmed atop Nate's lovely cock as the itchy tickle exploded again and again along her swollen crevice. And then she was spent, too weak to stay on top of him. She flopped her head down on his chest and drooled in total and oblivious pleasure. Her pussy continued to squeeze him rhythmically for a few more seconds and then it too relaxed and a dribble of semen oozed out onto Nate's balls.
Rebecca didn't even know she was doing it until she saw Tammy staring at her. But it tasted so good when it was warm. Nice and warm and slippery. She'd unhooked herself from Nate's cock and turned to lick the spent seed from his cock. She curled her tongue around the base of his shaft and swallowed the sharp-smelling stuff down. Then Tammy gave a little moan and pushed her face down too. Nate lay there breathing hard as the two of them licked him clean.
Rebecca thought of her past life and dismissed it with a shrug. With her lips around the soft tip of Nate's cock, she used her tongue to urge the last few drops of jism from his tube. At fifteen she had begun life all over again. She belonged to this crazy man now. Even if she had to crawl to get it, Rebecca knew she would. Because that hot, hard cock that she loved was the best thing in the world. She kissed it worshipfully and gave Tammy Patterson a knowing look.
"It's the best thing in the world, isn't it?" Tammy commented.
"It sure as hell is. No matter what my Aunt Lana says."
Martha bought her ticket from the red-headed girl in the booth and pushed through the glass doors into the theater. She'd found out that Nate, the man who drove the big white car, operated this place and she knew too that Rebecca Wilson worked for him. That wasn't all she did for him either, if Martha's guess was right. And since she'd dumped her boyfriend David, she'd thought about little else. Who was this man? And how did he manage to play so dangerously without getting caught?
When she turned, the boy selling popcorn was staring at her legs. Martha looked around, hoping to see Rebecca or Nate Winslow. Only the curtained entrance to the theater beckoned. But there was a closed door on the right that had to be the owner's private office. Martha took a deep breath, fluffed her blonde hair and stepped boldly forward. She knocked once and turned the knob.
"Mr. Winslow?" she asked, her voice trembling more than she wanted it to.
The dark-haired handsome man smiled at her. He dropped a folder of papers on the desk and came toward her.
"Is there something I could help you with?"
Martha couldn't begin to tell him the truth. That she'd lain awake for a week trying to imagine what he did to that innocent little fluff of a girl, Rebecca. And that she'd thought about herself taking that teenybopper's place. She was nineteen, after all, old enough to want more excitement than her old boyfriend had been able to give. But now that she was face to face with Nate Winslow, Martha wondered if she was really cool enough to handle him.
"I was wondering," she began, "if you were still hiring people to work here."
"To be perfectly honest, I don't have any more openings." It was plain to Martha that he was measuring her body under her loose-fitting dress. She shrugged and looked appropriately disappointed.
"Well, I just thought I'd ask."
"How old are you?" Nate asked.
Martha told him.
"How big are your breasts?"
"Wouldn't you like me to know?"
Blushing for the first time in years, Martha dropped her lashes. There was something about this guy that got to her. She felt dazed by his approach. He had a way of looking at a girl that made her skin tingle.
"Well, wouldn't you like me to know how big they are?"
"Yes," she said, afraid to look up.
"Come into the other office," he ordered. His voice wasn't mean, just forceful. Feeling weak in the knees, Martha followed him to another door. She entered and he closed it behind her. This office was more sumptuous. And there was a deep carpet under her sandaled feet. Her heart was pounding. Nate petted her blonde hair and then caressed her forehead with his lips.
"Mr. Winslow, I just wanted a job. I didn't come here to…"
"Like hell you didn't. It was all over your face." He kissed her cheek this time and Martha felt her panties go damp.
"But, Mr. Winslow…"
"Take off your blouse." Not daring to meet his eyes, Martha worked the buttons with trembling fingers. Nate himself gently peeled her blouse back from her shoulders. Her breasts rose firm and well-rounded, the nipples already erect. "I think I could find a place for you here at the theater," he breathed, cupping one of her tits. "Now if you'll take off your skirt, I'll show you your first assignment."
"Yes, Nate," Martha murmured, swallowing hard. And then her dress puddled at her feet and she was peeling her nylon panties down off her hot, juice-slickened cunt. The hands of the big man were suddenly all over her and she moaned as he bent her over the desk. But her next moan was deeper. Because Nate was spreading her cuntlips apart with the head of his cock. And then her body shuddered as she was penetrated, his mouth feasting hotly at the nape of her neck.