Brittanys Morning Walks
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Brittany sat in her chair behind the receptionist desk outside of Mr. Giltwad's office. The slender twenty-five-year-old was checking on the final itinerary for his trip next month. She knew it was still weeks away, but wasn’t chancing an error in his schedule. She checked the time, seeing that she still had thirty minutes before he was to arrive.
She had only been employed here for eighty-nine days. She was assigned from her temp agency, but she really wanted to become a full-time employee. She had worked hard and didn’t complain about the tasks she was assigned that weren’t listed in her job description. She had kept her act together and was ready for her evaluation. When the time came.
She had heard the rumors of Mr. Giltwad’s last receptionist and why she was let go. She had also heard rumors about Veronica, the control freak who could make life hell if she didn’t like you. The one that bothered her the most was how they were all let go on their eighty-ninth day.
The elevator doors opened, and Veronica walked up to her. “Good morning, Brittany,” she said. She was the slender blonde-haired, thirty-year-old executive assistant of Mr. Giltwad's. She dressed and acted the part of a control freak. She had never dated, or even slept around with anyone in the office as far as Brittany could tell. Her ambitions went higher than her current position. Her ability kept her where she was at.
“Mr. Giltwad has a huge package,” she told Brittany, almost causing Brittany to spit out her tea. “Waiting for pickup, down in Receiving,” she finished.
Veronica knew how Brittany would fawn over Mr. Giltwad's every word and action. She also thought that Brittany could be a horny slut that talked the talk but, in Veronica's mind, never walked the walk. “Would you be a dear and have it sent up?” she said.
“Sure thing,” Brittany said. “How big of a package is it?” she asked.
“Oh, sweetie, it’s too big for you,” Veronica replied in this condescending tone. “Have Wilt, one of the guys down there bring it up.” She waved her fingers at Brittany and made her way to her office.
Brittany called down to get more details on Mr. Giltwad's package, when she noticed the time. “Shit,” she said to herself. She sprang up and ran over to the coffee pot. One of her many tasks was to make sure that Mr. Giltwad’s coffee was ready the moment he arrived. Not still brewing, and not brewed to soon. A simple, meaningless tasks that she’d been told would get her excused if she had messed up.
She sat back down and watched as the coffee maker carafe filled. She quickly went back to checking on Mr. Giltwad’s package.
“I’ll bring it up the freight elevator in a half hour,” the man's voice on the phone said. “It’s not that heavy, it’s just big.”
“Thank you, ah…” she said.
“Wilt, Ma'am. My name is Wilt,” he said. “See you in a bit.”
Brittany checked the coffee maker again as she heard the elevator chime sound off. The door opened, and Mr. Giltwad stepped out. He walked straight to his office door.
Mr. Giltwad was not very old, just a little over fifty. Standing six feet, two inches tall, with salt and pepper hair. He was fit, and in Brittany’s and Veronica's eyes, he was a very handsome man.
“Good morning, Mr. Giltwad,” Brittany said.
“Good morning, Brittany,” he replied, “Tell Veronica that I need to see her first thing today,” as he walked into his office. The door closed behind him before she could reply.
She grabbed the phone and called Veronica’s office. “Mr. Giltwad wants to see you, right away,” she told her. Veronica was walking past Brittany’s desk within seconds. She stood at the door, straightening her skirt and hair, then knocked.
A firm, “Come in,” came from inside.
Brittany checked her email before she had seen that Mr. Giltwad didn’t get his coffee yet, so she took it upon herself to get it for him. She poured his cup and added the two sugars. She picked the cup up and opened Mr. Giltwad’s door.
“I’m sorry I forgot…” Brittany's jaw dropped. She froze at what she saw. Mr. Giltwad was leaning back in his chair, with Veronica’s head bobbing up and down in his lap.
“Close the door,” Mr. Giltwad told her, as he motioned her to enter. “Veronica is almost finished apologizing.”
Veronica kept going, not breaking stride as her head bobbed as if she was headbanging at a heavy metal concert. Mr. Giltwad put his hand on the back of her head, slowing her movements.
“That’s it, dear,” he said softly. “Show me how sorry you are.”
Brittany was still frozen in place, watching Veronica’s head bob, hearing the slurping noises. It was starting to turn her on as well.
“That’s getting cold,” Mr. Giltwad told Brittany, pointing to his coffee in her hand.
Brittany walked slowly to his desk and set the cup down. Her eyes were fixed on the back of Veronica’s head, her hands on his lap as he started moaning.
“Don’t you dare get any on my pants,” he told Veronica in a stern voice. “You’ll be working in the mail room if you do.”
Brittany was about to turn around and leave when Mr. Giltwad stopped her. “Brittany, stay right there,” he told her as he started to grunt. His head fell back as he let out a moan of satisfaction.
Veronica kept her head in place while Mr. Giltwad came in her mouth. “That was really nice of you, Veronica,” he said. “Now crawl over to Brittany.”
Veronica did as he told. Brittany stood still as she crawled towards her. Mr. Giltwad watched Veronica’s ass sway back and forth as she crawled. “Mrs. Brittany. Are you wearing panties under your skirt?”
Brittany blushed, “Yes, sir,” she said.
Brittany got a good look at Mr. Giltwad’s well-sized, semi-flaccid cock as he stood up. He straightened himself out.
He sighed in disapproval as he walked around his desk. He made his way to the front of his desk and leaned against it. “Brittany,” he said. “Today is your eighty-ninth day.” He crossed his arms, “Veronica had forgot to write your evaluation, but she has just made up for that.”
Brittany looked down at Veronica, who was on her knees, at her feet. Mr. Giltwad continued. “She will evaluate you now,” he said. “Please lift your skirt.”
Brittany pulled her skirt up as Veronica looked on. As her skirt reached her pelvis, Mr. Giltwad could see her untrimmed pussy under her black, laced panties.
“That will not do, Brittany,” he said, shaking his head. “Veronica? Do you approve of her pussy?”
Veronica looked over Brittany’s pussy through her panties. “No,” she said. “It’s not well manicured, but smells very nice.” Her hand grazed Brittany’s thigh up to her pussy. “She’s wet, sir.”
Mr. Giltwad put his hand up to his chin. “If she tastes good, I guess we could continue,” he said. “Since you forgot to inform her of that requirement.”
Veronica kissed Brittany’s fold through her panties. She took her finger and pulled her panties to the side, kissing her bare folds again. Her tongue licked across her pussy as she let out a soft moan. “She tastes very good, Mr. Giltwad.”
“Very well,” he said. “We can overlook that criteria then.”
Brittany kept still as Veronica’s tongue explored her. She was too afraid to show any emotion. But Veronica’s tongue felt amazing on her pussy. Her leg twitched, and she pressed her hips out as Veronica’s lips sucked on her clit.
“She seems to enjoy your mouth as well, Veronica,” Mr. Giltwad said as Brittany gave out a sigh of pleasure.
Brittany spread her knees apart slightly to allow Veronica better access to her. Veronica sighed and moaned. “Very nice,” she cooed.
Brittany let a moan escape as she put her hand on Veronica’s head to steady herself.
“That’s enough, Veronica,” Mr. Giltwad said. He went back behind his desk, pressing the intercom button, “Wilt, come in here, please.”
Mr. Giltwad’s door opened, and the handsome young mail clerk stepped in.
“Wilt, have a seat,” Mr. Giltwad pointed to the chair. “Let’s see that cock of yours that Mrs. Veronica raves about.”
Wilt pulled his pants down and took a seat in the chair. Brittany's eyes locked onto Wilt's cock, and her jaw dropped. Veronica laughed at the sight of the stunned Brittany.
“Looks like a sock, stuffed full of tennis balls,” Veronica laughed. “It gets bigger, and if you like your job.”
Brittany looked over at Mr. Giltwad. “Make him cum, Brittany,” he said, checking his watch. “You have ten minutes.”
Brittany dropped right to her knees and took Wilt’s cock into her mouth. Wilt moaned out in pleasure as she wrapped her lips around his girth. His cock grew larger with every bob of Brittany’s little mouth until it grew too much for her mouth.
Brittany stroked Wilt’s huge cock, trying to catch her breath.
“Nine minutes, Brittany,” Mr. Giltwad said.
Brittany looked over her shoulder to see both Mr. Giltwad and Veronica watching her intently. Brittany’s pussy was soaking wet; she wanted to touch herself but was cautious of showing them how turned on she was. She took Wilt’s cock as far as she could.
“Eight minutes, Brittany,” Mr. Giltwad said.
“I don’t think she’s going to make it, sir,” Veronica said.
Brittany sucked as hard as she could, cupping Wilt’s balls while she stroked and sucked his cock.
“Seven minutes, Brittany,” Mr. Giltwad called out.
Brittany started to panic. Her job was on the line, and Wilt wasn’t even close to cumming.
Brittany could feel herself getting wetter as she sucked Wilt’s cock in front of Mr. Giltwad and Veronica. She came up with her own course of action.
Brittany stood up, pulling her skirt up, and dropping her panties to the floor. Her thought was if she couldn’t make Wilt cum, at least she could fuck his huge cock and get something out of this evaluation.
Brittany straddled Wilt, grabbing a hold of his cock and sliding herself on top of it. “Oh my god!” she cried out as he slid into her. Wilt’s hands grabbed a hold of her ass to help her.
“Six minutes, Brittany,” Mr. Giltwad said.
“She’s cheating!” Veronica said.
“Now, Mrs. Veronica, she was told to make him cum. Not how to make him cum,” Mr. Giltwad told her. “Shows initiative. I like it.”
Brittany started crying out louder as she could feel an orgasm building in her. “Oh my god!” she screamed out. “Fuck me!”
“Five minutes, Brittany,” Mr. Giltwad said. “He’s getting close,” he told Veronica.
“Yes, he is, sir,” she replied.
Brittany kept fucking Wilt as if her job depended on it. She pulled her top open. Wilt helped her pull it over her shoulders. He took one of her B-cup tits into his mouth, sucking on her pink hardened nipple. Brittany had an idea. She pulled Wilt’s cock out of her pussy and pointed it to her asshole. Kicking her feet up to Wilt’s sides, she lowered herself onto his cock.
“Four minutes, Brittany,” Mr. Giltwad said.
Brittany had Wilt’s cock in her ass and started riding. “Oh my god!” she screamed out as the entity of Wilt’s cock filled her ass completely.
“Well, Veronica, she might not make the cut,” he said.
“I don’t know, sir, it looks like Wilt’s going to cum,” she replied.
“Three minutes, Brittany,” he said.
Wilt grabbed Brittany’s ass. “Keep going!” he told her. “I’m going to cum!” he yelled out.
Brittany kissed Wilt’s lips. “Cum in my ass, baby!” she yelled out.
“Two…” Mr. Giltwad was cut off by Wilt.
“I’m cumming!” Wilt yelled out. “Holy shit! Her ass is so tight I can’t hold out any longer!”
Brittany kept fucking him. Hearing him scream out was enough for her to cum. “Don’t stop!” she yelled. “I’m cumming!”
Wilt’s seed filled her ass as they came in unison.
Mr. Giktwad looked at Veronica. “Well, she knows how to think outside the box.”
Veronica smiled, “That she does.”
Brittany collapsed on top of Wilt. “Fuck me, that was close,” she told him, giving him a deep wet kiss.
“What do you think, son?” Mr. Giltwad asked Wilt.
“She’s a keeper, Dad,” he said, returning a kiss to Brittany. “Definitely a keeper.”
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