Jen knelt down before him, unwrapped the condom and carefully stretched it over his shaft. Once it was in place, she rose and stood before him face to face. Jack grabbed her by the waist and held her tight as he kissed her on the mouth. She moaned and Jack could feel her relaxing in his embrace. She was all his.
Jack wrenched his mouth from hers and twisted her by the waist until her back was to him. He pressed his palm against her back, pushing her to her desk.
Jen took the cue and bent over her desk, her ass to Jack and her legs spread open. Just seeing his domineering boss in this submissive pose made the precome drip from his head into the condom’s reservoir and he could barely hold back a moan.
Jack stood behind her and grabbed Jen by the hips as he drove his stiff condom-sheathed manhood inside her. Her pussy was drenched but still tight and barely yielded to Jack’s aggressive thrusts. She was tight all right, Jack thought, but she didn’t have the same muscular grip as Irene.
Jack’s meditations were interrupted as Jen let out a shriek of pleasure. Reflexively, he slapped his hand over her mouth.
“Shhhh! You want us to get caught?” he hissed through clenched teeth. His anger with Jen made him ram into her even harder.
Jen laughed and moaned as Jack pushed into her again and again. There was no way she would keep quiet. Jack didn’t care anymore. His cock was ready to fire and his knees were quaking with lust. He wouldn’t last long.
Without knowing why, Jack found himself grabbing Jen’s long hair and pulling it. Jen’s head snapped back and she groaned with the pleasure of the pain.
That did it. Jack shot load after load into the condom. He half wished the jizz were really going inside her.
He pulled out of Jen abruptly, without waiting to soften. Instantly, Jen turned around and was on her knees before him, tearing the condom from his receding cock and letting his seed drip from it and onto her eager, greedily snaking tongue.
Her voice was barely more than a husky, lust-fogged whisper, “I love your taste, Jack! I love your taste!”
Seeing this, Jack’s own ardor faded and transformed into nauseated revulsion. Why the hell had he given into Jen when he could see Irene tonight? Why?
Despite Jen’s pleas for him to stay, Jack threw his clothes back on and fled the office.
He went to the washroom and soaked a handful of paper towels under one of the sink taps. He sneaked into a stall, pulled down his pants and mopped clean his cock as best he could.
Even after several minutes of this, he still felt dirty. Yet, the familiar stirrings were already returning.
Quitting time was only ninety minutes away and after that was…Irene!
*
Somehow, Jack made it to the end of the day. At the stroke of five, memories of his encounter with Jen expunged from his consciousness – at least for the time being, he was out the door. He jogged down the street, heading to the mall where Irene kept her store.
Jack’s cock throbbed as he ran. It had been two aching and endless months since he had last fucked her and his hunger for his sister was almost unbearable. Even after his considerable loss of seed to that sexual vampire Jen, his sack still hung heavy with sperm eager to be released.
But his desire for Irene wasn’t the only reason Jack ran. He didn’t want anyone to see his bulging erection which he knew must be swelling the crotch of his jeans.
Soon, the office buildings and shops of downtown thinned out and increasingly, empty lots and stretches of open field surrounded Jack as he neared the town boundary. The mall now loomed on the horizon but Jack could barely see it through the film of sweat which dripped onto his eyes from his forehead.
“Hey! Where are you going?”
The voice, so sharp, yet so familiar, stopped Jack on the spot. He turned to see who was calling to him.
Irene.
He couldn’t believe his eyes. She was standing beside her car which was parked at the curb. Her long, shapely, yet athletic legs were wide apart, beautifully accentuated by transparent plastic stiletto heeled shoes. Her arms were folded across her stomach, her full bosom enticingly outlined by a form-fitting, bright red tank top, her full midsection shown off by navy blue track shorts. Her long hair shone golden brown in the early evening sun.
Jack ran to her and hugged her, wrapping his arms around her waist, his eager hands reaching down her back and squeezing her ass through her shorts and thong as he smothered her with kisses.
“Why the hell did you come out here? You could’ve just waited at the store.” Jack demanded, his voice shaky with lust and surprise.
“I didn’t want anyone seeing us. I didn’t like that audience of old lechers eyeballing me the last time you came to the store. It’s more quiet here and this street is the only route to the mall. I knew I’d catch you here eventually so…”
Jack cut her off with a kiss full on her mouth. He probed his tongue inside her mouth until it met hers. They French kissed for bit, then Irene pulled back. “I’m so happy to see you Jack,” she said.
“I’m happy to see you.”
Irene nervously glanced around to make sure no one was watching. She then seductively clasped her hands behind her head with her legs apart, showing off her curvy figure. “You like the package?” she asked.
“Sure do. Those are the shorts and tank top you wore when you came to me this morning.”
“That’s right. They’re exactly what I wore. You thought you were dreaming when you saw me, right?”
“Well…”
“I know you did. But it really did happen, Jack. I was really in your bedroom early this morning, just in time to work on your morning hardon. I knew you’d enjoy seeing me in this outfit. It’s what I wear to the gym. Not the heels, of course, that’s just to be slinky for tonight, but the shorts and the top. You know, I’ve been working out extra just for you. I’m glad you appreciate it. More than that damn Stu. He thinks I’m getting fat. I told him this morning if he wanted me to be a stick figure with tits he could see some other girl.”
“That’s telling him.”
“I don’t know how much longer I can put up with him. I like him less and less…Well, it was a helluva fight we had. I had to take a jog to burn off my anger and to get away from him. I knew you’d likely be in this morning and I still have a key for the house, so I thought I’d jog over and pay you a visit.”
“Yeah, I was there all right and so was Mom. Why did you come when Mom was home?”
“Don’t worry. She takes tranquilizers these days, you know.”
“I didn’t know.”
“Well, now you know. She sleeps like a rock, too. Anyway, let’s get to our place.”
With that, Jack climbed into the car and Irene took her place at the steering wheel. In moments, they were racing down the street, Irene just barely keeping the car within the in-town speed limit.
*
They were back at the hideaway. Jack glanced around. There had been a few changes since he last saw it two months ago. A sheet had been smoothed over the mattress. Beside the mattress was what seemed to be a small portable chest of drawers on casters. In the kitchenette, there was a small icebox that hadn’t been there previously. Jack saw two plates covered in plastic wrapped; one seemed to be piled high with fruit, the other with vegetables. Seemed like Irene had a small dinner in mind.
“Honey, we’re home!” Irene cried, planting a kiss on Jack’s cheek. “Would you help me slip into something more comfortable?”
“Sure. What do you have in mind?”
“Follow me.”
Irene led him to the chest of drawers. She leaned down and pulled out a filmy floral sun dress.
“I need some help putting this on,” Irene said, winking. She stretched her arms in the air, her large breasts straining against the tank top.
Jack took the not too veiled hint and stepped before Irene. He slowly pulled the tank top over her head, revealing her floral patterned red bra. He reached for the hook between the bra cups, but Irene pushed his hands away.
“Not yet, silly. Why don’t you help me with the shorts next?”
Wordlessly, Jack wrapped his arms around Irene’s midriff, working his hands under the waistband of her shorts, slowly pulling them down from her hips, until they dropped to the floor.
Now she stood before him in her matching red bra and thong, her sexy, beautifully shaped legs heightened by the stiletto heels.
Jack stared at Irene, transfixed by her beauty and her incredibly well maintained body.
Irene giggled. “You’ve seen enough for now, hon. Be a gentleman and help me with the sun dress.”
Jack picked up the sun dress from the floor and reluctantly slipped it over Irene’s head. It fell into place over her body, but the material was so filmy that Jack could clearly make out her bra and thong threw it all the same.
“You want to tease the fuck out of me, don’t you?” Jack said with a smile.
Irene smiled back. “No. I just want to feed you. You look awfully hungry. Come with me to the kitchenette. Let’s have something to eat.”
Jack followed her back to the kitchenette.
Jack watched as Irene knelt to open the ice box. Her ass was barely concealed by the dress’s sheer fabric and Jack got hard watching her as she removed a plastic tray and placed it on the counter next to the fruits and vegetables.
Jack walked up beside Irene and put his arm around her waist as she opened the container. His voice trembled with arousal as he spoke. “What’s in there? Looks like sushi.”
“That’s because it is.”
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