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A chapter from my new book Random Stories by Raul Montana.
it is available on Amazon for E Reader and paperback. Enjoy!
Marcy recently moved to Florida from Kansas to live with her husband, Paul. She quickly found work at a school that did vocational training. Her position at this school was in a job placement function. She helped the soon to be graduates with skills such as resume writing and job searches. She would also set up job fairs and sometimes interviews for exceptional students.
During her first week, she was in the faculty lounge preparing her lunch when she heard a coworker say to her.
“You must be the one the students are talking about.”
“The one, the students, are talking about?” Marcy asked.
“Yeah, the hot new lady in the cruitin’ department.”
“Well, I am not a recruiter, so it must be someone else,” Marcy replied, trying to fight back the urge to blush.
“No, I am fairly sure it is you. You share an office with the recruiters, and none of the other ladies there are new, or as hot for that matter.”
“Well, thank you, and I guess thank you to the students. I think.”
“You are welcome, but a word of advice. Remember that students are off-limits, at least until they graduate. But teachers are always fair game,” he said with a big smile.
“Well, thanks for the advice. I’ll be sure to let my husband know.”
And then Marcy turned and walk back to her desk with her lunch prepared.
Marcy was really starting to get into the swing of her job and set up a career fair for the graduating class to commence next week. She also had individual interviews with each of the 16 members that were to graduate. One of the students was DeMontre Carter. He was a 23-year-old man who had previously gone to a junior college in Texas on a football scholarship. However, 2 years and a blown knee later, he was in a vocational school preparing for life as a welder. DeMontre, or Dee as his friends called him, was six feet two inches tall and a chiseled two-hundred-pound body. Even though he did not play football anymore, he still worked out religiously and probably would for the rest of his life. Every time Dee walks down the hall near her office, Marcy would notice him, but so would everyone else because DeMontre had that kind of larger than life personality. Marcy was sitting behind her desk, talking to Dee about his employment opportunities, which were great because he was at the top of his graduating class. She had managed to line up several interviews, and many of the employers at the job fair were eager to speak with him. Towards the end of her interview with Dee, she asked if he had any questions or concerns.
“Yeah, I have a question.”
“Okay, what is your question?”
“When are you and I going to get together?”
Marcy gathered her composure before she replied.
“DeMontre, you are a student here, and I am a member of the faculty. Fraternization is not allowed. Besides, I am not only old enough to be your mother, I believe I am older than your mother.”
“Shit…I mean shoot lady the way I see it age and nothin but a number that don’t speak to me. I mean dang to me, if you fine…you fine. And baby…” He shakes his hand and scrunches up his face in a pained look. “Damn you, fine.”
“Well, thank you, but for right now, let us just concentrate on fine….ding you a job. Okay?” “Aight!”
The big day is here! The students have graduated, and it is Marcy’s time to shine. Her job is to help these young men and women find gainful employment and be productive members of society. Marcy takes great pride in doing this and truly hopes that she can find work for all of them. Marcy’s job fair is the culmination of the graduation week. All the graduated students come back to campus for one last time to meet with prospective employers and hopefully land the job that they have been training for. As each graduate walks thru the door, Marcy greets them with a smile and a gift bag that contains trinkets like pens and note pads, plus her business card with a note instructing them to call her if they need help finding a job. As the night wore on, Marcy sought out each student offering suggestions and advice but saving DeMontre for last. As she approached him, she smiled.
“I just realized that I forgot to put a business card in your gift bag.”
“I want to thank you for all you have done; I think I am going to get that job.”
Marcy steps close to him, maybe a little tighter than she should, but everyone has either left or is busy with their own agenda that no one notices. Marcy leans in with her lips next to his ear.
“You have earned it,” Marcy whispered as she places her card in his hand.
She then turns to walk away. Dee notices that the card feels a little different than a standard business card. He looks at it with Marcy’s name and number on the front, then he flips it over and notices the hotel's name across the street. Confused, he then sees that it is not just a business card but a card and a room keycard. He looks up towards Marcy and then back to the cards in his hand. He flips over the business card and finds that Marcy has written “room 231, 8pm.”
Marcy is sitting on the bed in the hotel room wearing black lacy lingerie. She puts down the book she is reading as she hears the door unlock. Dee walks into the room and smiles as he notices Marcy on the bed and what she is wearing. There were no lights on in the place, just some candles that Marcy had lit, giving off a low light. Dee strides over to the bed as Marcy moves to the edge closes to him. She then stands next to him, and before either can speak a word, she places her lips on his. Their lips part, allowing the tongues to swirl together; Dee wraps his powerful arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him.
Marcy can feel his bulge growing in his pants. She reaches her hand down, placing it on his crotch and then tracing the outline of his bulge with her fingers. Marcy gasps as it is growing halfway down his left thigh. She starts to undress him. First, removing his shirt, pausing to gently nibble and kiss on his chiseled chest. Then he helps her unfasten and remove his pants before he lays back on the bed. Dee is lying on the bed as Marcy takes his pants and shirt and spreads over the chair's back. She pauses on her return to drink in the majesty of this young stud lying before her and remove her panties. She crawls on the bed, kissing Dee again. And once more, allowing her hand to wander, reaching down to stroke his cock through the fabric of his boxers. Marcy kisses her way down his neck to his chest and then traces her tongue over the waves of his ripped abs stopping at his waistband. She adjusts her position so that she can remove his boxers and free his member from their constraint. Marcy drops them on the floor with one hand as she attempts to wrap her other around Dee’s cock. It is so thick that she cannot make her fingers touch as she grasps it. Marcy strokes it slowly as it starts to fully harden, then she smiles at him before she lowers her head to it. Marcy tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear before she slowly swirls her tongue around the tip of his massive cock. She then wraps her lips over the head and slides them down over the tip as she continues to stroke the shaft with her hand. Marcy only does this for a few minutes before Marcy again crawls back up Dee’s body to kiss him. As she kisses him, she is sliding the lips of her drenched pussy over his engorged member. Without breaking the kiss, she reaches down and guides the head into her entrance. Marcy slowly impales herself on his spear. Inch by inch, agonizingly slowly sliding down the shaft, making it about a quarter of the way down before she slides back up. She repeats this several times, each time engulfing a little more with her quivering pussy. Marcy raised up, placing her hands on Dee’s chest for leverage. In this position, she was almost able to get all his cock inside her. She continued to bound up and down on him for a few minutes before he grabbed her by the hip and guided her off him. Marcy laid on the bed next to Dee as he rolled onto his knees behind her. He then placed the tip of his cock inside her wanton pussy. He began the slow ritual of gradually sliding more and more of it into Marcy. She was on her knees and resting forward on her elbows with her head down between them. As Dee would slide deeper inside her, Marcy would roll her hips and arch her back to accommodate him. Dee grew impatient and gave two quick, hard, deep thrusts. He did not know what kind of response to expect from Marcy but was pleasantly surprised when she replied with a low moan coupled with slight nervous laughter.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you,” Dee said as he quickened his pace.
“Um-hmm. Yes, I like that.”
Dee moved his left leg from behind Marcy and placed it alongside her, giving him a better angle to go deeper. Marcy responded by hooking her elbow around his calf to provide herself with more leverage to press back against his pounding.
“I am beginning to think you like it a little rough,” Dee said.
“Yeah, baby, give it to me.”
Dee reached up and laced his fingers in Marcy’s red hair and then giving it a firm tug as he increased the intensity of his pummeling with his cock. Marcy retorted with more groans and screams of passion as she continued to match Dee’s rhythm. He paused as he moved his leg back behind Marcy and turned loose of her hair. Dee then grasped Marcy by both wrists, pulling them back towards him. He then resumed his onslaught slamming his cock deep inside Marcy’s pussy. He was pulling back on her arms, as if they were the reigns on his chariot, as he slammed forward with his hips. Marcy’s screams grew silent as she was in the middle of an orgasm. Dee could sense this and continued to pound into her without mercy. Marcy was helpless in this position. She was basically Dee’s captive, and he could do whatever he wanted. Marcy loved that feeling. Her face was barely touching the bed as her arms were pulled behind her, not so hard that it hurt but enough that she was submissive to his whim. If he wanted her to raise higher off the bed, he would pull back harder. If he wanted her to fall forward some, he would allow some slack. Marcy was like his puppet, his fucking sex puppet. Dee lost his grip on her left arm, and Marcy fell forward onto the bed as Dee slipped out. Marcy crawled forward a little, rolled over, and spread her legs. Inviting Dee to move forward between them. He slid forward, inserting his penis slowly into her vagina as he moved up her body. Dee kissed Marcy as he began to slowly slide his cock in and out of her. They continued to kiss as he slid almost all the way out, and then without breaking their passionate kiss, slide it all the way back in. Slowly, rhythmically, and methodically from tip to root and every glorious inch in-between. Still kissing with a passion that they had not expressed before. They had morphed from the hard-core fucking to almost making love. But it was starting to transform back as Dee was increasing his pace and intensity. He hooked both elbows behind Marcy’s knees, pulling her legs up over his shoulders as he continued to pound deep into her. After a few minutes in this position, DeMontre leaned up, releasing her legs and firmly grasping her waist. He was pounding hard and deep inside Marcy, again holding her in such a way that he had complete control of her movements. He moved forward, pinning Marcy’s arms above her head. He kissed her again as he was growing near his climax. He was not sure where he should cum, but he was not going to ask. He had complete control of this situation, and he was not going to let that go. He slowed his pace a little as he got closer, still unsure of where he would finish. He broke from the kiss, raising up onto his hands and then fully back into an upright position so that he could pull his cock out and shoot on her stomach when he was ready. A couple more strokes and he knew he would be there, slowing down as he approached, sliding forward all the way in and then sliding back, reaching down to grab his cock as it exited. Halfway out now, sliding slowly. Then suddenly, Dee hooked his arms around Marcy’s legs and slammed forward with his hips pressing the tip of his cock into her cervix as he unleashed a river of cum deep inside her womb. Sliding back a little, he slammed forward again, shooting more. And again, and again! Before collapsing forward, pressing his face against Marcy’s negligee covered breast. As he recovered, he looked up at her and kissed her as he slid his softening penis out.
Dee walked to the bathroom and grabbed a hand towel for each of them, tossing one to Marcy as he wiped off his cock. He sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at Marcy.
“Before I came over, I got a call from that welding company; I got the job,” Dee said. “Congratulations, I am so happy for you,” Marcy replied.
“I don’t know that I could ever thank you enough.”
“Dee, I think you just did!”
it is available on Amazon for E Reader and paperback. Enjoy!
Marcy recently moved to Florida from Kansas to live with her husband, Paul. She quickly found work at a school that did vocational training. Her position at this school was in a job placement function. She helped the soon to be graduates with skills such as resume writing and job searches. She would also set up job fairs and sometimes interviews for exceptional students.
During her first week, she was in the faculty lounge preparing her lunch when she heard a coworker say to her.
“You must be the one the students are talking about.”
“The one, the students, are talking about?” Marcy asked.
“Yeah, the hot new lady in the cruitin’ department.”
“Well, I am not a recruiter, so it must be someone else,” Marcy replied, trying to fight back the urge to blush.
“No, I am fairly sure it is you. You share an office with the recruiters, and none of the other ladies there are new, or as hot for that matter.”
“Well, thank you, and I guess thank you to the students. I think.”
“You are welcome, but a word of advice. Remember that students are off-limits, at least until they graduate. But teachers are always fair game,” he said with a big smile.
“Well, thanks for the advice. I’ll be sure to let my husband know.”
And then Marcy turned and walk back to her desk with her lunch prepared.
Marcy was really starting to get into the swing of her job and set up a career fair for the graduating class to commence next week. She also had individual interviews with each of the 16 members that were to graduate. One of the students was DeMontre Carter. He was a 23-year-old man who had previously gone to a junior college in Texas on a football scholarship. However, 2 years and a blown knee later, he was in a vocational school preparing for life as a welder. DeMontre, or Dee as his friends called him, was six feet two inches tall and a chiseled two-hundred-pound body. Even though he did not play football anymore, he still worked out religiously and probably would for the rest of his life. Every time Dee walks down the hall near her office, Marcy would notice him, but so would everyone else because DeMontre had that kind of larger than life personality. Marcy was sitting behind her desk, talking to Dee about his employment opportunities, which were great because he was at the top of his graduating class. She had managed to line up several interviews, and many of the employers at the job fair were eager to speak with him. Towards the end of her interview with Dee, she asked if he had any questions or concerns.
“Yeah, I have a question.”
“Okay, what is your question?”
“When are you and I going to get together?”
Marcy gathered her composure before she replied.
“DeMontre, you are a student here, and I am a member of the faculty. Fraternization is not allowed. Besides, I am not only old enough to be your mother, I believe I am older than your mother.”
“Shit…I mean shoot lady the way I see it age and nothin but a number that don’t speak to me. I mean dang to me, if you fine…you fine. And baby…” He shakes his hand and scrunches up his face in a pained look. “Damn you, fine.”
“Well, thank you, but for right now, let us just concentrate on fine….ding you a job. Okay?” “Aight!”
The big day is here! The students have graduated, and it is Marcy’s time to shine. Her job is to help these young men and women find gainful employment and be productive members of society. Marcy takes great pride in doing this and truly hopes that she can find work for all of them. Marcy’s job fair is the culmination of the graduation week. All the graduated students come back to campus for one last time to meet with prospective employers and hopefully land the job that they have been training for. As each graduate walks thru the door, Marcy greets them with a smile and a gift bag that contains trinkets like pens and note pads, plus her business card with a note instructing them to call her if they need help finding a job. As the night wore on, Marcy sought out each student offering suggestions and advice but saving DeMontre for last. As she approached him, she smiled.
“I just realized that I forgot to put a business card in your gift bag.”
“I want to thank you for all you have done; I think I am going to get that job.”
Marcy steps close to him, maybe a little tighter than she should, but everyone has either left or is busy with their own agenda that no one notices. Marcy leans in with her lips next to his ear.
“You have earned it,” Marcy whispered as she places her card in his hand.
She then turns to walk away. Dee notices that the card feels a little different than a standard business card. He looks at it with Marcy’s name and number on the front, then he flips it over and notices the hotel's name across the street. Confused, he then sees that it is not just a business card but a card and a room keycard. He looks up towards Marcy and then back to the cards in his hand. He flips over the business card and finds that Marcy has written “room 231, 8pm.”
Marcy is sitting on the bed in the hotel room wearing black lacy lingerie. She puts down the book she is reading as she hears the door unlock. Dee walks into the room and smiles as he notices Marcy on the bed and what she is wearing. There were no lights on in the place, just some candles that Marcy had lit, giving off a low light. Dee strides over to the bed as Marcy moves to the edge closes to him. She then stands next to him, and before either can speak a word, she places her lips on his. Their lips part, allowing the tongues to swirl together; Dee wraps his powerful arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him.
Marcy can feel his bulge growing in his pants. She reaches her hand down, placing it on his crotch and then tracing the outline of his bulge with her fingers. Marcy gasps as it is growing halfway down his left thigh. She starts to undress him. First, removing his shirt, pausing to gently nibble and kiss on his chiseled chest. Then he helps her unfasten and remove his pants before he lays back on the bed. Dee is lying on the bed as Marcy takes his pants and shirt and spreads over the chair's back. She pauses on her return to drink in the majesty of this young stud lying before her and remove her panties. She crawls on the bed, kissing Dee again. And once more, allowing her hand to wander, reaching down to stroke his cock through the fabric of his boxers. Marcy kisses her way down his neck to his chest and then traces her tongue over the waves of his ripped abs stopping at his waistband. She adjusts her position so that she can remove his boxers and free his member from their constraint. Marcy drops them on the floor with one hand as she attempts to wrap her other around Dee’s cock. It is so thick that she cannot make her fingers touch as she grasps it. Marcy strokes it slowly as it starts to fully harden, then she smiles at him before she lowers her head to it. Marcy tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear before she slowly swirls her tongue around the tip of his massive cock. She then wraps her lips over the head and slides them down over the tip as she continues to stroke the shaft with her hand. Marcy only does this for a few minutes before Marcy again crawls back up Dee’s body to kiss him. As she kisses him, she is sliding the lips of her drenched pussy over his engorged member. Without breaking the kiss, she reaches down and guides the head into her entrance. Marcy slowly impales herself on his spear. Inch by inch, agonizingly slowly sliding down the shaft, making it about a quarter of the way down before she slides back up. She repeats this several times, each time engulfing a little more with her quivering pussy. Marcy raised up, placing her hands on Dee’s chest for leverage. In this position, she was almost able to get all his cock inside her. She continued to bound up and down on him for a few minutes before he grabbed her by the hip and guided her off him. Marcy laid on the bed next to Dee as he rolled onto his knees behind her. He then placed the tip of his cock inside her wanton pussy. He began the slow ritual of gradually sliding more and more of it into Marcy. She was on her knees and resting forward on her elbows with her head down between them. As Dee would slide deeper inside her, Marcy would roll her hips and arch her back to accommodate him. Dee grew impatient and gave two quick, hard, deep thrusts. He did not know what kind of response to expect from Marcy but was pleasantly surprised when she replied with a low moan coupled with slight nervous laughter.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you,” Dee said as he quickened his pace.
“Um-hmm. Yes, I like that.”
Dee moved his left leg from behind Marcy and placed it alongside her, giving him a better angle to go deeper. Marcy responded by hooking her elbow around his calf to provide herself with more leverage to press back against his pounding.
“I am beginning to think you like it a little rough,” Dee said.
“Yeah, baby, give it to me.”
Dee reached up and laced his fingers in Marcy’s red hair and then giving it a firm tug as he increased the intensity of his pummeling with his cock. Marcy retorted with more groans and screams of passion as she continued to match Dee’s rhythm. He paused as he moved his leg back behind Marcy and turned loose of her hair. Dee then grasped Marcy by both wrists, pulling them back towards him. He then resumed his onslaught slamming his cock deep inside Marcy’s pussy. He was pulling back on her arms, as if they were the reigns on his chariot, as he slammed forward with his hips. Marcy’s screams grew silent as she was in the middle of an orgasm. Dee could sense this and continued to pound into her without mercy. Marcy was helpless in this position. She was basically Dee’s captive, and he could do whatever he wanted. Marcy loved that feeling. Her face was barely touching the bed as her arms were pulled behind her, not so hard that it hurt but enough that she was submissive to his whim. If he wanted her to raise higher off the bed, he would pull back harder. If he wanted her to fall forward some, he would allow some slack. Marcy was like his puppet, his fucking sex puppet. Dee lost his grip on her left arm, and Marcy fell forward onto the bed as Dee slipped out. Marcy crawled forward a little, rolled over, and spread her legs. Inviting Dee to move forward between them. He slid forward, inserting his penis slowly into her vagina as he moved up her body. Dee kissed Marcy as he began to slowly slide his cock in and out of her. They continued to kiss as he slid almost all the way out, and then without breaking their passionate kiss, slide it all the way back in. Slowly, rhythmically, and methodically from tip to root and every glorious inch in-between. Still kissing with a passion that they had not expressed before. They had morphed from the hard-core fucking to almost making love. But it was starting to transform back as Dee was increasing his pace and intensity. He hooked both elbows behind Marcy’s knees, pulling her legs up over his shoulders as he continued to pound deep into her. After a few minutes in this position, DeMontre leaned up, releasing her legs and firmly grasping her waist. He was pounding hard and deep inside Marcy, again holding her in such a way that he had complete control of her movements. He moved forward, pinning Marcy’s arms above her head. He kissed her again as he was growing near his climax. He was not sure where he should cum, but he was not going to ask. He had complete control of this situation, and he was not going to let that go. He slowed his pace a little as he got closer, still unsure of where he would finish. He broke from the kiss, raising up onto his hands and then fully back into an upright position so that he could pull his cock out and shoot on her stomach when he was ready. A couple more strokes and he knew he would be there, slowing down as he approached, sliding forward all the way in and then sliding back, reaching down to grab his cock as it exited. Halfway out now, sliding slowly. Then suddenly, Dee hooked his arms around Marcy’s legs and slammed forward with his hips pressing the tip of his cock into her cervix as he unleashed a river of cum deep inside her womb. Sliding back a little, he slammed forward again, shooting more. And again, and again! Before collapsing forward, pressing his face against Marcy’s negligee covered breast. As he recovered, he looked up at her and kissed her as he slid his softening penis out.
Dee walked to the bathroom and grabbed a hand towel for each of them, tossing one to Marcy as he wiped off his cock. He sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at Marcy.
“Before I came over, I got a call from that welding company; I got the job,” Dee said. “Congratulations, I am so happy for you,” Marcy replied.
“I don’t know that I could ever thank you enough.”
“Dee, I think you just did!”
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