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During my first three years of grad school, I worked for Food Service in one of the university dorms storing incoming food in the mornings. It was a massive building, fifteen stories high, with the kitchen and dining room on the ground floor and a massive basement. I had to go in at 5:00 every morning, and I worked until 9:00. Most days of the week, the food would arrive between 4:30 and 5:00 and for the first hour I would load frozen foods in the walk-in, then for the next hour or so I would load dry foods onto a four-wheeler and then store them in the dry food pantry in the basement, after which I was free to study, just so long as I stuck around in case the other staff needed my help. The staff was small for the breakfast shift and business very slow, so I rarely saw anyone after the first hour.
Early my second year working there, our kitchen manager Janet told me as I was clocking in, “Barsamian wants to see you this morning when you get a chance.”
“Right, I’ll see her after I put away the frozen stuff.”
She thought for a second, “She gets in about 7:00.”
“Okay.”
Maro Barsamian was our building manger, a strikingly attractive woman I estimated to be in her mid-30's. We often saw her poking her head in anywhere in the building checking on safety regulations and occasionally a serious talking-to followed, which I expected with a sigh to be the case today. I stowed the frozen food and then took the dry foods down to the pantry, where I stowed them on several pallets prior to putting them on the shelves and doing the weekly inventory. By that time it was 7:00, so I locked the pantry door and went upstairs to her office; like the pantry, it was in one of the wings that had been closed for renovations, so I had to use my pass key to get in the doorway at the end of the hall.
I knocked on her half-open door, and she said, “Come in.” When I walked in I saw her putting folders on her desk. “On time, I see.”
I nodded, and she said, “Sit down, I need to go down the hallway for a few minutes.”
As the only thing open down the hallway was the restroom, I said, “Please don’t let me interrupt you!”
She smiled widely and said, “Make yourself comfortable. Don’t worry, I’m not going to discipline you.”
I relaxed and smiled back, and she nodded and went out. As I sat in front of her desk, I noticed a glossy picture had slid part of the way out of one of her files. It showed an expanse of clean-shaven thigh with an intriguing fuzziness at the edge of the folder. I looked around and soon heard the bathroom door close, so I stood up and opened the folder to see a glossy photo of Maro sitting nude, thighs splayed open, staring passionately at the camera. Her breasts were medium and firm, with dark brown nipples against her light brown skin, and her full bush was trimmed so that light curls covered her outer lips to frame her swollen pink inner lips. Her dark brown hair cascaded around her neck and over her shoulders, and her lips were partly open and her skin flushed as if in the moment before her lover entered her.
It was the top of a stack of similar photos, about two dozen altogether. I quickly looked in the middle of the pile and found an even more intoxicating photo and slipped it into the back of my clipboard. I then tidied the stack and sat back down. After a couple of minutes I heard the bathroom door open, and soon she was back. She quickly told me the details of new procedures for cleaning the basement and informed me of an inspection later in the week.
“Just a heads-up,” she added, “because you keep everything clean enough even for me. Now I’ll let you get back to work. I have to go to a meeting for an hour.”
I nodded, and as we left she left her door party open. “Won’t you lock it?”
“No need. You, me, and Janet are the only ones this early with keys, and she might need to get in while I’m gone.”
“Doesn’t it get lonely?”
“I like being alone. I never get lonely. I like the peace.”
I nodded, “Me too.”
“Yes, you must to spend all that time in the basement.”
She left through the door towards the center and I went to the other end of the hall, pondering how best to handle the photo. She would notice it was missing, I was sure, and quickly, so the best plan was to sneak into one of the student computer labs and scan it in, then return the picture to the stack before she returned. As at that time of morning there would be no one there, this seemed the best way out of the firing offense I’d put myself in without really thinking. This took five minutes, and after I had emailed myself the scan, a massive file on the highest quality the scanner supported, it took all of five more minutes to put the picture back (finally showing some wisdom, I resisted the temptation to scan myself another dozen) and slink back off to the pantry.
I was of course too nervous and far too hard to consider just working. I locked the pantry door, took out my tablet from my backpack, and went off to a corner behind a pallet stacked high with sacks of rice to relieve the pressure. I opened my email and then the file, and was amazed at the quality. I dropped my pants to my knees and stared at the picture as I slowly stroked my swollen shaft in fascination with the beauty of her body. After five minutes I was getting close.
Suddenly shifting in the shadows on the wall above me caught my attention, and I heard a rustle of cloth behind me. As only Maro and Janet had other keys to the pantry, I knew immediately I was in serious trouble. I looked up to see Maro watching me sternly, arms crossed over her chest.
“You’re quite the little sneak thief, aren’t you?”
I nodded. “Sorry.”
“Sorry? Sorry now, you mean. Probably thought you’d lucked into something incredible earlier, didn’t you?”
I could only nod, and she stopped frowning and said, “Well, don’t let me stop you.” I stared at her blankly and she added, “You don’t think I brought those pictures in for my health, do you? I sure as hell wouldn’t leave one peeking out like that on my desk where just anyone could see it.”
I blinked in comprehension and said, “No, you’re much too smart for that.”
“Yes. Now stretch out. Make yourself comfortable. I showed you mine, now show me yours.” I hesitated and she added, “I locked the door. Janet’s behind the line as always. We have a hour at least.”
A little stupidly I asked, “What about your meeting?”
She laughed so that I felt as stupid as my question and replied, “Who the fuck in administration comes in before 9:00 except me? Lazy oafs.”
I stood up and pulled off my pants all the way and finished undressing, then put them on the floor and lay back for her, still fully hard and throbbing. I shut off the tablet and she smiled, “The quality of the pictures is incredible, isn’t it?”
I nodded and started stroking lightly from the head to the base, and she stared raptly, licking her lips as she moved closer. After a minute she knelt before me and started unbuttoning her blouse, a beautiful green silk that went well with her skin. Her bra was white lace, and it soon followed the blouse to the top of the rice sacks next to us. Her nipples were fully erect and she breathed heavily as I stared at her breasts and neck and into her dark eyes.
After another minute she asked, “Can I help?” I nodded and she moved between my thighs and reached down to stroke me. “You have a nice cock. I hoped you’d be this long. Nice and thick too.”
Her hand was a bit small, so my eight inches towered above her fist as she got a solid grip; she then stroked me expertly and watched me avidly as I thrust up into her fist in pleasure and surprise. She leaned forward and said, “Play with my tits.” She leaned forward so I could reach them, and as I caressed her nipples, she stroked even faster and said, “Cum for me.”
As she stared into my eyes, I put my hands on her shoulders and stared in turn at her pistoning fist and swinging breasts. I let myself go and felt spasm after spasm spray its burden onto her chest and my torso. After a dozen spurts I lay back with a feeling of only temporary relief, and she looked down and said, “It was like a bottle of champagne.” She wiped some of my cum up and said, “All that, just for me?”
“I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you.”
“We have an hour. Here,” and put her cum-drenched fingertips to my lips. I balked for a second, then opened and let her feed me. “Good. You’re going to be draining yourself into me completely the next hour, so it’s only fair.”
She then stood and undid her belt. Soon her long black skirt fell to the floor, and her white ace panties followed. I stood up and pushed her onto the sacks of rice. She leaned back and I knelt in front of her. She spread her thighs and sighed as I ran my fingertips along her gaping lips to her erect clit. She was drenched and grabbed my head as I began licking her lips. She pushed up against me as she held my head in place and rubbed her pussy in circles on my lips and jaw, and soon she locked up and shuddered as she moaned something repeatedly in Armenian.
Her orgasm lasted nearly a minute. She relaxed her thighs and hands on my head enough for me to get a deep breath of air, and then I went back down and began running my fingertips between her lips as I continued licking and sucking. Her pussy responded by thrusting up against my mouth and opening easily to my fingers. Soon I had two fingers inside her as I kept my lips and tongue moving on her clit, and she quickly came twice more.
I was fully hard again by this time and she looked down and said, “Lie on the floor.”
I did and she climbed over me, legs wide, and impaled herself quickly on my cock. I thrust upwards into her thrust for thrust and watched her as she leaned over me, thrusting hard and quick to push her clit against my pelvis as she flushed even deeper and gasped for breath. She took ten minutes to reach her next orgasm, a very large one that caused her to squeal loudly as her fluids spurted out onto me in a flood that left my thighs wet.
It was the first time I had ever been with a woman who squirted, and as I stared at her in awe, she looked down at me possessively and said with smug satisfaction, “You liked it, didn’t you?”
“Yes. It was incredible.”
She chuckled deeply. “You’ve never seen it before?”
“No.”
“I do it most times I come, once I’m excited enough.”
“My turn,” I said, and she smiled and lay back as I stood, crouched above her, and entered her again. I rode her and asked, “Do you need it long?”
“No, I’m a little tired. You have your fun now.”
I stroked vigorously into her as she lay back, and she smiled as I rode her hard. Soon she closed her eyes and began groaning again in Armenian. As I worked hard deep inside her another climax gripped her, and as her pussy gripped me I moaned and held her hips to thrust unthinkingly into her belly. Soon I was about to come, and she said sharply, “Open your eyes. Look at me.” I did and stared into her eyes as my orgasm overtook me, watching her staring at me as if owning me, and as my last spurts ended I collapsed on her.
“You’ve finally had me,” she said, “and I’ve had you.”
I could only nod as I gulped down air, and she chuckled and said, “You don’t think you’re finished, do you?”
I smiled and said, “How may I be of assistance?”
She laughed and said, “We still have twenty minutes or so. I can’t take another pounding like that, but I am still hanging. A little.”
I nodded, “Fair enough.”
“Will you be hard again soon?”
“I’ll...need some help.”
“Glad to be of service,” she replied with a smile and added, “Get on top and let me suck you. You’ll be hard again soon enough.”
I did as she ordered and began slowly licking her pussy. She took me in her mouth and gently worked her tongue around my cock, still a bit hard, and soon she was pushing up against me as I hardened fully against her tongue. She opened wide and pulled my hips toward her, and in amazement I felt her take me inside her throat. I lasted three minutes before tautening and pumping into her swallowing throat, and after she let me pull out I sucked her single-mindedly until she squirted in a short, vigorous flood all over my face.
She stood up and began dressing as she said, “Okay, that was a good start. I’ll be inspecting you like this twice a week for the foreseeable future, so I expect you to keep up the good work.” She pointed at a spot on the floor where her fluids had made a small puddle and said, “There’s a spill there. Mop it up so no one gets hurt.”
She smiled at me as I laughed and added, “And come to my office before you leave. I have some documents for you.” Her eyes twinkled as she kissed me and said quietly, “That was good. Of course, if you tell anyone we’ll both be in very hot water.”
“My lips are sealed.”
“Not when you’re with me they’re not,” she laughed.
“So, when did you...?”
“End of last year. You made a good impression from the beginning, and by spring time it wasn’t just as a worker.”
I was dressing by this time and asked her, “So what does it mean when you say...” and I tried to repeat some of what she had said as she came.
She laughed and said, “I don’t say that. That’s just nonsense. But it’s kind of close to what I do say, and I’m sure you can figure out the gist of that.”
“I’ll need to hear it a few more times.”
“That’s understood, yes. You’ll get all the training you need. Standard management policy.” She kissed me again, melting against me as I learned the details of her lips, teeth, tongue and mouth, and after a couple of minutes she pulled away and said, “I really like you. This isn’t a one-time thing. You’re not seeing anyone, right?”
“Of course not.”
She nodded, “Good,” and left.
An hour later I had washed up, stowed the dry goods, and clocked out. I went to her office and she said, “Ah, good to see you. The inspection this morning was a rousing success, so I have a small bonus for you.”
“Oh? The work was its own reward.”
“Yes, but I like to reward special diligence in my best employees. Builds morale.” She handed over the folder with her pictures and said more quietly, “One of my old boyfriends was a photographer. I have more of these than I know what to do with. These are yours, but make sure you don’t jerk off the night before our meeting.”
I nodded and put them way in my backpack. “And when will I be inspected?”
“Every Tuesday and Friday, 6:30 sharp. I’ll meet you in the pantry each time. After a couple of weeks, we’ll review the progress of your work and see what other training to enroll you in.”
The next two days I saw Maro in passing twice, and each time she smiled warmly and asked my health. That Friday I opened the pantry at the usual time after stowing the frozen food and quickly unloaded the four-wheeler onto the receiving pallets and took it back up to the first floor. When I returned to the pantry, she was there waiting for me, and I closed and locked the door. When I turned around she said, “God, I missed holding you,” and we kissed passionately and I rubbed my swollen cock against her belly.
She pulled away and said, “You’d think after spending so many months rubbing off just imagining what you’d be like, my curiosity would be satisfied and I could get a rest, but I’ve been rubbing off even more now.”
“Show me.”
“Show...?” She smiled and said, “Oh. Gladly.”
She walked over to the sacks of rice and leaned back against them. She pulled the hem of her skirt up to her waist to show her pussy uncovered by panties. Her lips were swollen and her odor quickly reached my nose; she leaned back, thighs wide open, and rubbed quickly as I stared at her. I quickly dropped my pants and stroked more slowly, trying to hold off, and she quickly moaned and thrust up against her hand and kept rubbing.
“I came ten times last night,” she whispered, “and eight the night before that.”
I told her I had come about as often as men do, once the night of our first time, four times on Wednesday, but none on Thursday.
“Good, good,” she gasped as her other hand began pushing three fingers inside her. Soon she was very close. I came up to her and unbuttoned her blouse and pushed my cock between her bra-encased breasts. I stroked quickly as she came, staring at me using her breasts obsessively, and in less than a minute I joined her in orgasm, shooting my largest load ever onto her neck, chest, and face and into her hair.
“You did save up,” she smiled.
“Yes, and I have a lot more for you.”
I pushed her to kneel before me and she took my still hard cock into her mouth and throat. In another three minutes I came. I looked into her eyes as my come drained into her, my earlier load drying on her forehead and right cheek, and when I pulled away she stood up and leaned back against the rice sacks. I knelt before her and soon felt her squirt all over my face and neck. I was hard again and made love to her twice in the time we had left; the first time I came above her, staring at her body open and welcoming underneath me, and the second time she rode me to another flood of fluids. I stood her up over the rice sacks and took her from behind then to a quick, sharp finish.
We went down the hall to clean up together in the men’s room (where there was less chance of being caught by Janet), and she said, “You certainly ruined my make-up today. Good thing I don’t need much,” as she washed off her breasts and face.
“You’re beautiful without it.”
She simply replied, “Yes,” and finished checking herself in the mirror.
After making ourselves presentable boss and employee, she smiled and kissed me goodbye, and her special inspections continued without a hitch right on schedule for two weeks.
Two Fridays later she met me as planned in the pantry and said, “I have to get ready for a meeting. We’ll have training later upstairs.” She handed me two keys.
“Upstairs? But...”
“Yes, they’re renovating upstairs. They’re on the eleventh floor. The first key...yes, this one, opens the floor at the end of the hall. Also lets you select the floor in the small elevator. The second key is for room 1527. Meet me there at noon. Best way is...there’s lots of student traffic then in the lobby, so no one will pay attention to you. Go to the wing with my office and take the maintenance elevator from there.”
The sense of adventure was very exciting, and she smiled at my throbbing tent pole. “Good!”
She kissed me and let me get on with my work. At noon I did as she said and soon found myself in a small student room with an unmade bed, a desk and chair, a small table, and a chest of drawers, and Maro standing there waiting for me. She kissed me and went to the closet to pull out a sleeping bag that she spread on the mattress.
We quickly undressed and she said, “As I said, your performance has been exemplary, so today’s the finishing ceremony.”
We fell into a 69 and soon drained each other twice. She pushed me on my back and satisfied herself on me four times, then pulled me on top of her and whispered sweet things to me in English and Armenian as I took my pleasure inside her, twice squealing as small orgasms washed over her. When I finally let myself go and rode her hard, she quickly joined me in a deep and long orgasm, squirting onto my thighs as I squirted into her.
“Do you like me?” she asked.
“Yes, you know I do.”
“I mean as a girlfriend.”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Yes, I was afraid of scaring you away if I took it too fast.”
“Well, you didn’t wait too long. I like you too, as a boyfriend. As my boyfriend. And I have news.”
“Oh?”
“My meeting today was a success. I’m being promoted. I won’t be your boss any more.”
Suddenly I smiled, and she reached for her purse and handed me a key and a piece of paper. “It’s yours. My house. Address on the paper. If that’s not too fast for you?” she ended with a smile.
“Just the right speed.”
“And you don’t mind that I’m fifteen years older than you?”
“Just means I’m young enough to keep up with you.”
“Good. Now fuck me again, and I’ll teach you some Armenian. You really have been slacking on your lessons—you haven’t told me once how hard you’re going to fuck me, or how you’re going to flood me with come.”
And starting that night and every night since, I learned how to tell her in Armenian exactly what I was doing and would do to her.
Early my second year working there, our kitchen manager Janet told me as I was clocking in, “Barsamian wants to see you this morning when you get a chance.”
“Right, I’ll see her after I put away the frozen stuff.”
She thought for a second, “She gets in about 7:00.”
“Okay.”
Maro Barsamian was our building manger, a strikingly attractive woman I estimated to be in her mid-30's. We often saw her poking her head in anywhere in the building checking on safety regulations and occasionally a serious talking-to followed, which I expected with a sigh to be the case today. I stowed the frozen food and then took the dry foods down to the pantry, where I stowed them on several pallets prior to putting them on the shelves and doing the weekly inventory. By that time it was 7:00, so I locked the pantry door and went upstairs to her office; like the pantry, it was in one of the wings that had been closed for renovations, so I had to use my pass key to get in the doorway at the end of the hall.
I knocked on her half-open door, and she said, “Come in.” When I walked in I saw her putting folders on her desk. “On time, I see.”
I nodded, and she said, “Sit down, I need to go down the hallway for a few minutes.”
As the only thing open down the hallway was the restroom, I said, “Please don’t let me interrupt you!”
She smiled widely and said, “Make yourself comfortable. Don’t worry, I’m not going to discipline you.”
I relaxed and smiled back, and she nodded and went out. As I sat in front of her desk, I noticed a glossy picture had slid part of the way out of one of her files. It showed an expanse of clean-shaven thigh with an intriguing fuzziness at the edge of the folder. I looked around and soon heard the bathroom door close, so I stood up and opened the folder to see a glossy photo of Maro sitting nude, thighs splayed open, staring passionately at the camera. Her breasts were medium and firm, with dark brown nipples against her light brown skin, and her full bush was trimmed so that light curls covered her outer lips to frame her swollen pink inner lips. Her dark brown hair cascaded around her neck and over her shoulders, and her lips were partly open and her skin flushed as if in the moment before her lover entered her.
It was the top of a stack of similar photos, about two dozen altogether. I quickly looked in the middle of the pile and found an even more intoxicating photo and slipped it into the back of my clipboard. I then tidied the stack and sat back down. After a couple of minutes I heard the bathroom door open, and soon she was back. She quickly told me the details of new procedures for cleaning the basement and informed me of an inspection later in the week.
“Just a heads-up,” she added, “because you keep everything clean enough even for me. Now I’ll let you get back to work. I have to go to a meeting for an hour.”
I nodded, and as we left she left her door party open. “Won’t you lock it?”
“No need. You, me, and Janet are the only ones this early with keys, and she might need to get in while I’m gone.”
“Doesn’t it get lonely?”
“I like being alone. I never get lonely. I like the peace.”
I nodded, “Me too.”
“Yes, you must to spend all that time in the basement.”
She left through the door towards the center and I went to the other end of the hall, pondering how best to handle the photo. She would notice it was missing, I was sure, and quickly, so the best plan was to sneak into one of the student computer labs and scan it in, then return the picture to the stack before she returned. As at that time of morning there would be no one there, this seemed the best way out of the firing offense I’d put myself in without really thinking. This took five minutes, and after I had emailed myself the scan, a massive file on the highest quality the scanner supported, it took all of five more minutes to put the picture back (finally showing some wisdom, I resisted the temptation to scan myself another dozen) and slink back off to the pantry.
I was of course too nervous and far too hard to consider just working. I locked the pantry door, took out my tablet from my backpack, and went off to a corner behind a pallet stacked high with sacks of rice to relieve the pressure. I opened my email and then the file, and was amazed at the quality. I dropped my pants to my knees and stared at the picture as I slowly stroked my swollen shaft in fascination with the beauty of her body. After five minutes I was getting close.
Suddenly shifting in the shadows on the wall above me caught my attention, and I heard a rustle of cloth behind me. As only Maro and Janet had other keys to the pantry, I knew immediately I was in serious trouble. I looked up to see Maro watching me sternly, arms crossed over her chest.
“You’re quite the little sneak thief, aren’t you?”
I nodded. “Sorry.”
“Sorry? Sorry now, you mean. Probably thought you’d lucked into something incredible earlier, didn’t you?”
I could only nod, and she stopped frowning and said, “Well, don’t let me stop you.” I stared at her blankly and she added, “You don’t think I brought those pictures in for my health, do you? I sure as hell wouldn’t leave one peeking out like that on my desk where just anyone could see it.”
I blinked in comprehension and said, “No, you’re much too smart for that.”
“Yes. Now stretch out. Make yourself comfortable. I showed you mine, now show me yours.” I hesitated and she added, “I locked the door. Janet’s behind the line as always. We have a hour at least.”
A little stupidly I asked, “What about your meeting?”
She laughed so that I felt as stupid as my question and replied, “Who the fuck in administration comes in before 9:00 except me? Lazy oafs.”
I stood up and pulled off my pants all the way and finished undressing, then put them on the floor and lay back for her, still fully hard and throbbing. I shut off the tablet and she smiled, “The quality of the pictures is incredible, isn’t it?”
I nodded and started stroking lightly from the head to the base, and she stared raptly, licking her lips as she moved closer. After a minute she knelt before me and started unbuttoning her blouse, a beautiful green silk that went well with her skin. Her bra was white lace, and it soon followed the blouse to the top of the rice sacks next to us. Her nipples were fully erect and she breathed heavily as I stared at her breasts and neck and into her dark eyes.
After another minute she asked, “Can I help?” I nodded and she moved between my thighs and reached down to stroke me. “You have a nice cock. I hoped you’d be this long. Nice and thick too.”
Her hand was a bit small, so my eight inches towered above her fist as she got a solid grip; she then stroked me expertly and watched me avidly as I thrust up into her fist in pleasure and surprise. She leaned forward and said, “Play with my tits.” She leaned forward so I could reach them, and as I caressed her nipples, she stroked even faster and said, “Cum for me.”
As she stared into my eyes, I put my hands on her shoulders and stared in turn at her pistoning fist and swinging breasts. I let myself go and felt spasm after spasm spray its burden onto her chest and my torso. After a dozen spurts I lay back with a feeling of only temporary relief, and she looked down and said, “It was like a bottle of champagne.” She wiped some of my cum up and said, “All that, just for me?”
“I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you.”
“We have an hour. Here,” and put her cum-drenched fingertips to my lips. I balked for a second, then opened and let her feed me. “Good. You’re going to be draining yourself into me completely the next hour, so it’s only fair.”
She then stood and undid her belt. Soon her long black skirt fell to the floor, and her white ace panties followed. I stood up and pushed her onto the sacks of rice. She leaned back and I knelt in front of her. She spread her thighs and sighed as I ran my fingertips along her gaping lips to her erect clit. She was drenched and grabbed my head as I began licking her lips. She pushed up against me as she held my head in place and rubbed her pussy in circles on my lips and jaw, and soon she locked up and shuddered as she moaned something repeatedly in Armenian.
Her orgasm lasted nearly a minute. She relaxed her thighs and hands on my head enough for me to get a deep breath of air, and then I went back down and began running my fingertips between her lips as I continued licking and sucking. Her pussy responded by thrusting up against my mouth and opening easily to my fingers. Soon I had two fingers inside her as I kept my lips and tongue moving on her clit, and she quickly came twice more.
I was fully hard again by this time and she looked down and said, “Lie on the floor.”
I did and she climbed over me, legs wide, and impaled herself quickly on my cock. I thrust upwards into her thrust for thrust and watched her as she leaned over me, thrusting hard and quick to push her clit against my pelvis as she flushed even deeper and gasped for breath. She took ten minutes to reach her next orgasm, a very large one that caused her to squeal loudly as her fluids spurted out onto me in a flood that left my thighs wet.
It was the first time I had ever been with a woman who squirted, and as I stared at her in awe, she looked down at me possessively and said with smug satisfaction, “You liked it, didn’t you?”
“Yes. It was incredible.”
She chuckled deeply. “You’ve never seen it before?”
“No.”
“I do it most times I come, once I’m excited enough.”
“My turn,” I said, and she smiled and lay back as I stood, crouched above her, and entered her again. I rode her and asked, “Do you need it long?”
“No, I’m a little tired. You have your fun now.”
I stroked vigorously into her as she lay back, and she smiled as I rode her hard. Soon she closed her eyes and began groaning again in Armenian. As I worked hard deep inside her another climax gripped her, and as her pussy gripped me I moaned and held her hips to thrust unthinkingly into her belly. Soon I was about to come, and she said sharply, “Open your eyes. Look at me.” I did and stared into her eyes as my orgasm overtook me, watching her staring at me as if owning me, and as my last spurts ended I collapsed on her.
“You’ve finally had me,” she said, “and I’ve had you.”
I could only nod as I gulped down air, and she chuckled and said, “You don’t think you’re finished, do you?”
I smiled and said, “How may I be of assistance?”
She laughed and said, “We still have twenty minutes or so. I can’t take another pounding like that, but I am still hanging. A little.”
I nodded, “Fair enough.”
“Will you be hard again soon?”
“I’ll...need some help.”
“Glad to be of service,” she replied with a smile and added, “Get on top and let me suck you. You’ll be hard again soon enough.”
I did as she ordered and began slowly licking her pussy. She took me in her mouth and gently worked her tongue around my cock, still a bit hard, and soon she was pushing up against me as I hardened fully against her tongue. She opened wide and pulled my hips toward her, and in amazement I felt her take me inside her throat. I lasted three minutes before tautening and pumping into her swallowing throat, and after she let me pull out I sucked her single-mindedly until she squirted in a short, vigorous flood all over my face.
She stood up and began dressing as she said, “Okay, that was a good start. I’ll be inspecting you like this twice a week for the foreseeable future, so I expect you to keep up the good work.” She pointed at a spot on the floor where her fluids had made a small puddle and said, “There’s a spill there. Mop it up so no one gets hurt.”
She smiled at me as I laughed and added, “And come to my office before you leave. I have some documents for you.” Her eyes twinkled as she kissed me and said quietly, “That was good. Of course, if you tell anyone we’ll both be in very hot water.”
“My lips are sealed.”
“Not when you’re with me they’re not,” she laughed.
“So, when did you...?”
“End of last year. You made a good impression from the beginning, and by spring time it wasn’t just as a worker.”
I was dressing by this time and asked her, “So what does it mean when you say...” and I tried to repeat some of what she had said as she came.
She laughed and said, “I don’t say that. That’s just nonsense. But it’s kind of close to what I do say, and I’m sure you can figure out the gist of that.”
“I’ll need to hear it a few more times.”
“That’s understood, yes. You’ll get all the training you need. Standard management policy.” She kissed me again, melting against me as I learned the details of her lips, teeth, tongue and mouth, and after a couple of minutes she pulled away and said, “I really like you. This isn’t a one-time thing. You’re not seeing anyone, right?”
“Of course not.”
She nodded, “Good,” and left.
An hour later I had washed up, stowed the dry goods, and clocked out. I went to her office and she said, “Ah, good to see you. The inspection this morning was a rousing success, so I have a small bonus for you.”
“Oh? The work was its own reward.”
“Yes, but I like to reward special diligence in my best employees. Builds morale.” She handed over the folder with her pictures and said more quietly, “One of my old boyfriends was a photographer. I have more of these than I know what to do with. These are yours, but make sure you don’t jerk off the night before our meeting.”
I nodded and put them way in my backpack. “And when will I be inspected?”
“Every Tuesday and Friday, 6:30 sharp. I’ll meet you in the pantry each time. After a couple of weeks, we’ll review the progress of your work and see what other training to enroll you in.”
The next two days I saw Maro in passing twice, and each time she smiled warmly and asked my health. That Friday I opened the pantry at the usual time after stowing the frozen food and quickly unloaded the four-wheeler onto the receiving pallets and took it back up to the first floor. When I returned to the pantry, she was there waiting for me, and I closed and locked the door. When I turned around she said, “God, I missed holding you,” and we kissed passionately and I rubbed my swollen cock against her belly.
She pulled away and said, “You’d think after spending so many months rubbing off just imagining what you’d be like, my curiosity would be satisfied and I could get a rest, but I’ve been rubbing off even more now.”
“Show me.”
“Show...?” She smiled and said, “Oh. Gladly.”
She walked over to the sacks of rice and leaned back against them. She pulled the hem of her skirt up to her waist to show her pussy uncovered by panties. Her lips were swollen and her odor quickly reached my nose; she leaned back, thighs wide open, and rubbed quickly as I stared at her. I quickly dropped my pants and stroked more slowly, trying to hold off, and she quickly moaned and thrust up against her hand and kept rubbing.
“I came ten times last night,” she whispered, “and eight the night before that.”
I told her I had come about as often as men do, once the night of our first time, four times on Wednesday, but none on Thursday.
“Good, good,” she gasped as her other hand began pushing three fingers inside her. Soon she was very close. I came up to her and unbuttoned her blouse and pushed my cock between her bra-encased breasts. I stroked quickly as she came, staring at me using her breasts obsessively, and in less than a minute I joined her in orgasm, shooting my largest load ever onto her neck, chest, and face and into her hair.
“You did save up,” she smiled.
“Yes, and I have a lot more for you.”
I pushed her to kneel before me and she took my still hard cock into her mouth and throat. In another three minutes I came. I looked into her eyes as my come drained into her, my earlier load drying on her forehead and right cheek, and when I pulled away she stood up and leaned back against the rice sacks. I knelt before her and soon felt her squirt all over my face and neck. I was hard again and made love to her twice in the time we had left; the first time I came above her, staring at her body open and welcoming underneath me, and the second time she rode me to another flood of fluids. I stood her up over the rice sacks and took her from behind then to a quick, sharp finish.
We went down the hall to clean up together in the men’s room (where there was less chance of being caught by Janet), and she said, “You certainly ruined my make-up today. Good thing I don’t need much,” as she washed off her breasts and face.
“You’re beautiful without it.”
She simply replied, “Yes,” and finished checking herself in the mirror.
After making ourselves presentable boss and employee, she smiled and kissed me goodbye, and her special inspections continued without a hitch right on schedule for two weeks.
Two Fridays later she met me as planned in the pantry and said, “I have to get ready for a meeting. We’ll have training later upstairs.” She handed me two keys.
“Upstairs? But...”
“Yes, they’re renovating upstairs. They’re on the eleventh floor. The first key...yes, this one, opens the floor at the end of the hall. Also lets you select the floor in the small elevator. The second key is for room 1527. Meet me there at noon. Best way is...there’s lots of student traffic then in the lobby, so no one will pay attention to you. Go to the wing with my office and take the maintenance elevator from there.”
The sense of adventure was very exciting, and she smiled at my throbbing tent pole. “Good!”
She kissed me and let me get on with my work. At noon I did as she said and soon found myself in a small student room with an unmade bed, a desk and chair, a small table, and a chest of drawers, and Maro standing there waiting for me. She kissed me and went to the closet to pull out a sleeping bag that she spread on the mattress.
We quickly undressed and she said, “As I said, your performance has been exemplary, so today’s the finishing ceremony.”
We fell into a 69 and soon drained each other twice. She pushed me on my back and satisfied herself on me four times, then pulled me on top of her and whispered sweet things to me in English and Armenian as I took my pleasure inside her, twice squealing as small orgasms washed over her. When I finally let myself go and rode her hard, she quickly joined me in a deep and long orgasm, squirting onto my thighs as I squirted into her.
“Do you like me?” she asked.
“Yes, you know I do.”
“I mean as a girlfriend.”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Yes, I was afraid of scaring you away if I took it too fast.”
“Well, you didn’t wait too long. I like you too, as a boyfriend. As my boyfriend. And I have news.”
“Oh?”
“My meeting today was a success. I’m being promoted. I won’t be your boss any more.”
Suddenly I smiled, and she reached for her purse and handed me a key and a piece of paper. “It’s yours. My house. Address on the paper. If that’s not too fast for you?” she ended with a smile.
“Just the right speed.”
“And you don’t mind that I’m fifteen years older than you?”
“Just means I’m young enough to keep up with you.”
“Good. Now fuck me again, and I’ll teach you some Armenian. You really have been slacking on your lessons—you haven’t told me once how hard you’re going to fuck me, or how you’re going to flood me with come.”
And starting that night and every night since, I learned how to tell her in Armenian exactly what I was doing and would do to her.
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