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Grace woke and felt strange. Then she remembered.Oh, I’m in Henry’s bed. She turned her head and there he was. She looked at him. His eyes were open and he was smiling at her. His beard was as messy as her hair was.I never thought I would like a man with a beard, but he has surprised me.
“Good morning, Grace. Are you sorry yet?”
“Sorry? About moving in with you? Fucking you? Leaving Stephen? No. I might ask the same about you, though. You may prefer that I to go to your guest room.”
His hand reached, then hesitated. He wanted to touch her. Needed to touch her. Wait. Maybe she is not a morning person.
She reached for him when she saw his hesitation, and stroked the side of his body. Firm. Fit. It felt right. Emboldened since he did not turn away, she ran her hand through the dark hair on his chest. Tentatively, she brought her hand lower.
They were both trying to learn about each other’s limits. Afraid to ask, in case the answer is no.
“I need to tell you something,” she started.
“I want to touch you…” he managed. They had both spoken at the same time. And then again, as each told the other to go ahead.
They both laughed. That helped. “You can touch me. Please,” she managed to tell him. As it was, her hand moved lower and found his morning wood. “Oh, I can help with that… if you’d like… ” Now she suddenly felt shy.
“I would like that,” Henry replied. “I haven’t had a woman touch me like that in years.”
“I… prefer to use my mouth, but perhaps, if you would rather I use my hand… ” she hesitated.
“Oh, the mouth! Doreen never liked doing that.”
“That’s too bad. She missed out on a lot of pleasure. I… um, have unique taste buds. My doctor told me it is because of my mc1r redhead gene. To me, cum tastes good. Fruity. Different, depending on the man, but always yummy. Just so you know.”
He smiled. “Now you caught my interest. Please continue.”
She grinned. Moving down in the bed, she held his cock with confidence now and kissed it. It moved on its own. She started to lick, gathered some saliva in her mouth and licked more and more. She looked into his eyes. They were half open. “I haven’t been able to deep throat anyone, so please don’t expect Linda Lovelace.”
“Not a problem,” he murmured, keeping his eyes half closed. “You’re doing just… fine…”This girl is a dream, she can’t be real.
He put a hand on her head, moving a large lock of her hair out of the way. He moaned, which prompted her to lick a little faster. Which made him groan. I’m not used to this… I’m like a boy again, “Grace, I’m going to cum already. In your mouth, okay?”
“Yes! Yes! Oh… Henry,” she wanted to say more, but he filled her mouth with his morning offering. As she expected, it was fruity and delicious. More streamed in. She made throaty noises amounting to satisfied hmms. With each spurt she swallowed, making room for the next one. Finally, he was spent. She grinned and started licking his cock, cleaning up leftovers.
“Wow, Grace, that was amazing. Did you do this every morning for Stephen?”
“I would have, but for some reason instead he always went into the bathroom and jacked off, to start his day.”
“What an idiot. Oh sorry, that was rude, but….”
“Don’t be sorry, he is an idiot. I thought I loved him, probably did, but my love vanished yesterday when I received that wicked text. I hope he’s happy with his Belinda. Never mind, I don’t really hope he’s happy.”
Henry snorted. “I’ve had daydreams about you, Grace. But you just trumped every dream I ever had of you. Would you like some help from my mouth?”
“A little later, yes. Um, I’d rather, right now, if you could use your fingers. I love being fingered, and it usually makes me cum rather speedily.”
“That almost sounded like an apology. Don’t be sorry, little one. It would be my pleasure to finger you.” His hesitance disappeared. He loved to finger a woman’s pussy. It had been a long time, but he knew just how to start. Boldly now, he started stroking her breasts, closing his eyes as his fingers slipped over the silky skin. He trailed his middle finger over a nipple, already puckered and hard. She moaned. There’s that noise I wanted to hear again. Awesome!
He moved, slowly bringing his legs over to straddle her thighs. Now this feels perfect, he thought as he reached up to work both nipples at the same time.
She arched with the next moan, and he watched her face express surprise. They looked at each other as he leaned over to kiss her. He put his middle finger at her entrance, and slowly pushed it in. She moaned again. He added a second finger, and curled them both, touching inside her. She shrieked as she came, and called his name. If he hadn’t been sitting on her legs she might have bucked herself off the bed. He stilled his fingers and felt a wetness surround them. He smiled, and looked almanbahis at the clock. Oh wait, this is Saturday. No work today!
“It’s Saturday, Grace, and I’m hard again. Gonna fuck you proper, baby.”
She nodded. Did she wink one eye? Hard to tell, we’re bouncing a bit. She’s everything I dreamed, and more than I expected. Experienced, yet still so young!
He removed his fingers and pressed his cock at her entrance. Then pushed in, hard. “Yes!” he heard her shout, and then, “Harder!” Oh, he loved this girl. He started slamming into her, time and time again, not knowing how long it would take to cum again. He decided he’d die trying. A much better way to go that what he was planning yesterday. Her pussy was apparently used to roughness; she was riding him as hard as he was fucking her.
He didn’t expect it, but he was about to cum already. “Grace,” he grunted, “I’m gonna cum, in you.”
Not receiving any argument, he slowed and came, relishing the feel of cumming in this girl. Not as much as last time, but still, a goodly amount. He then heard those small grunts of satisfaction as she came, roiling with intensity, grabbing onto him.
Finally both were done, he rolled over onto his back and heaved a huge sigh of contentment. Her breathing took a while to slow down, but then they looked at each other in wonder.
“Sex with Stephen was never so good, so complete.” She whispered. “Are you some kind of superman?”
“I am if you want me to be, Grace. My honeymoon with Doreen was vanilla and tame compared to what we just did.”
“Oh Henry, this was nothing compared to what I have planned for you. I have to do something, wait a moment.” She grabbed her phone and sent a text to Mr. Cameron, their boss. She was glad when he answered right away, with an affirmative.
She put the phone down and looked at Henry. He asked, “Didn’t you want to tell me something?”
Now that she received permission, she hesitated.May as well do it now, she decided. “Henry, you don’t know what my actual job title is. Or what it means. This could be a deal breaker for you. If it is, I promise I’ll start looking for another place to live, right away.”
“Grace, you just gave me one helluva fuck. I feel great! For once. Nothing you say will change my mind.”
“Huh. You say that now. Okay, my complete actual job title is Free Use Administrative Assistant.”
It took a few moments for it to kick in for him, trying to figure out what that actually meant.
“Free use. Doesn’t that mean that any man who wants to can… “
She interrupted him. “Shh. Yes. That’s what it means. Or, rather, what it meant the moment I was hired. But then the company changed its mind. Okay, a company doesn’t have a mind. The Board decided to placate the shareholders, for the most part, even before my first day. I’d better explain.”
“Yes, I guess you’d better.” Already he had a sour taste in his mouth. Is she right? Will this be a deal breaker? Am I that predictable?
“Just before I turned 18 was also the time when the state determined that free use was a healthy way for companies and other institutions to relieve employee stress. Do you remember that?”
“I remember it was a bunch of gobbledy gook, but yeah, I kind of remember it. That was about four years ago, right?”
“Yes. Three and a half, actually. My high school was an early adopter of the free use law for its faculty and other non-students past the age of consent. When I turned 18 that May I signed up.”
“Signed up. What does that mean?”
“It meant that I was on the list, at school, as free use for any male faculty member who felt he needed it. It was very lenient toward the girls who signed up. College credits were earned, class time was diminished, and a special group of rooms were set up just for it. I became one of the girls who would be called out of class to carry out stress relief on any male faculty member who asked for me, or who I was assigned to if they didn’t specify. I loved it. So much so, that I was allowed to stay in school for an extra semester, earning more college credits by doing what I loved most–fucking some of my favorite teachers. It was a dream come true for me. And soon a waiting list blossomed, consisting of faculty and administrative men who requested me. Apparently word got around that I was good at it.”
“Hm. Interesting. I presume there is there more to this story.”
“Much more. I graduated with honors and after a meaningless college semester and a half I easily decided Iwas good at it. I wanted to go to work where free use was being used in the workplace. Our engineering company was one of the first businesses to create a free use in-house program. I read about it and applied for the job.”
“Wait. Our company, meaning the one we work at now? Free use?”
“Surprised, aren’t you? It’s amazing the things they can keep secret when they really want to. I was called for an interview soon after almanbahis giriş I applied. I interviewed in person with an HR rep. He asked for my STI test results, and then he asked me a few administrative questions. Simple ones: what computer programs am I familiar with, how well can I spell, stuff like that, and then he asked the real questions. Did I know what free use was? Did I know this was a free use position? and Was I willing to become a free use employee? I said yes and told him about my school’s setup, and he said that I would be a perfect addition. He asked for references. I gave him references from 13 of my school’s faculty. They all were glowing. There were only two things left for me to do prior to my being hired.”
“Thirteen references? Wasn’t that overkill? I guess you wanted to make a point. Go on… “
“First, to prove my ability and my willingness to participate, he himself needed to fuck me. It was an actual requirement. I shrugged. Okay. But I asked to seehis STI test results. That surprised him, but he went and got it and showed it to me. It was recent. He directed me to a little room with a twin bed where he closed and locked the door and told me to strip, which I did. He inspected my body, just a visual inspection, and then he removed all of his clothes. I distinctly remember that he was wearing a cock ring. I guess he had a lot of interviews that day.
“He lubed us both up and fucked me. I needed the lube since I hadn’t been, you know, aroused. He was already hard as nails. The so-called test went fine. So fine that he wanted a second turn, but I wised up and told him I didn’t think that would be appropriate. He blushed and apologized, and told me again how perfect I was.”
“Which HR guy was this? Is he still with the company? Did he cum?”
“You know, I can’t remember if he came or not. Everything happened so quickly. His name was Rodney something, and no, he left the company soon after that, about two weeks later. But he was there long enough to interview and ‘test’ all the girls who applied. I guess he was a little too overzealous for his job title.
“The last part of my interview was that I had to do the same thing again, but this time with the man who would be my manager. So Rodney told me to not dress, but stay naked in that little room with the twin bed, and wait for the hiring manager to come to test me.”
“Test meaning take you for a test drive.”
“Exactly. Very soon Mr. Cameron knocked on the door and then opened it. I was very pleased when I saw him. He’s nice looking, very fit, and has a nice smile. His eyes widened a bit as he saw me, and he asked me to please stand and turn slowly. I started turning, and when I was all the way around I saw that he had wasted no time, he was down to his briefs already. He didn’t bother removing his shirt, or his socks. I remember I giggled because I thought he looked a little silly like that. He smiled.
“He shook my hand and explained what he was there to do. I told him I understood. He lubed up and gave me some more lube as well. Then he asked me to lie down on the bed, spread my legs, and he pushed his erect cock into me and went to town. I was a little taken aback. Even my teachers let me get more aroused than Mr. Cameron did. But I soon got into the rhythm of it, since I do love to fuck. It wasn’t long before he came, and I smiled when he said he thought it would take him longer. It turned out he was simply busy that day. He usually does smile, takes longer to cum, and helps me to cum as well.
“He dressed completely, then told me to do the same. As he left, he said, “Welcome to the company.” I was overjoyed! So was Rodney. I guess free use entitled HR to it as well. So Rodney took me back into the little room, helped me to again remove my clothes, and fucked me one more time.
“That fucker.” Henry muttered it under his breath. “Is that all?”
“Not quite. Two days later Rodney called and had to explain that while I was still hired, the company had received a lot of backlash from the public about going to free use, and the program wouldn’t be as robust as they had first intended. I was still hired, and while that would still be my job title, it would be hush hush. Mr. Cameron would still be my manager-user, but after him, only those quietly designated by my manager, again Mr. Cameron, would have access to me, and only they would know anything about my free use, and I wasn’t to say a thing about it. Did you know there was an employee questionnaire about it? I think it was very subtle, asking questions constructed to be innuendos, if you understood what it was talking about.”
“We get questionnaires from time to time. Another one would not have been unusual. I guess they decided I was healthy enough to not need free use.” He smirked. “Boy, were they wrong. So that’s why sometimes your work will pile up, and we’d wonder where you went. Perry always covered for you, which I considered rather strange. almanbahis yeni giriş Now I know why.”
“Yes. So Monday, when we both go back to work, I will still be free use. Mr. Cameron said I could tell you all this, and also that he would add you to the list of my designated users.”
“Oh, how nice of him to allow me fuck my girlfriend after he’s done with her.” His voice snarled with the sarcasm.
“Girlfriend? Henry, is that what I am? Your girlfriend?”
He blushed. He hadn’t meant to say that, even though he had been thinking it. “Grace, you did save my life. I… we… sex with you is more exciting than any other sex I’ve ever had. It almost makes me wish that Doreen… “
“Shh, stop, Henry. Don’t say anything more. I believe in instant karma. Don’t say out loud things you would regret. I would be honored to be your girlfriend, or maybe just an fwb, a friend with benefits, for now, if that makes you feel better. In the meantime, I still love my job. Both parts of it. The fucking keeps my libido in check, keeps me from going far astray, and the administrative part of it is interesting enough that I don’t get bored.”
“Well, I’m obviously not as open-minded as you are, but since I never knew about the free use stuff, everyone seem to be keeping it a secret just fine. You can still stay here. You can sleep in my bed. Maybe you can even open my mind a bit.”
She hugged him. “Thank you! It’s kind of funny. Yesterday morning Mr. Cameron asked me to start wearing clothes that was a little more… suggestive. Shorter skirts, see-through tops. A little more cleavage. No bras. Even no panties. He didn’t say why. I didn’t ask. I said okay. So I need to go shopping. Today would be a good day for that. And you still need to go see Doreen, right?”
“Holy cow, I forgot.”
“I only have one more question.”
Henry was almost afraid to hear it, but he decided, what else could happen? “Okay. Ask away.”
“I really enjoy being nude. So when I am home here, alone or with just you, I would like your permission to be naked. Do you have friends over very often?”
I must be dreaming. She’s asking my permission to be naked in my house. “Um… once a month I have a poker night here in the family room. You’d have to be dressed for that. Or stay in the guest room. Every Monday I have a gardener come that cares for the front and back yards, but he doesn’t come inside, so you’d just need to close the blinds then. He’s usually here for just an hour or two. Other than that, sure. Be naked. You have a beautiful body. Who knows, I may even tell the poker guys about it. Showing them, though, would be a whole other step. I’m a God-fearing man, Grace. I believe in Jesus and Heaven and Hell.”
“Hmm. I’ll have to explain to you about my beliefs sometime. But not now. We have things to do. And oh, thanks again for saving me from living on the streets in my car. Loving sex is one thing, but I didn’t really want to have to become a hooker.”
“Grace, no. I would never tell you to leave. Unless you were ready to, and had some other place lined up.”
Grace’s phone buzzed. She looked at it. “Oh, shit. A text from Stephen. What a jackass.”
Henry frowned. That man could cause problems. “What does it say?”
“I’ll quote it for you: Hey bitch, bring my tv and blender back. And my movies, and my music. And all my other stuff you stole while you were at it. Or else.”
“I need to block him.”
“Gracie, wait. Before you block him, text back. Say this: I only took everything that was mine. Nothing was a gift to you. It is all nicely ensconced in my new home. I have receipts for everything, even my CDs and DVDs.
“That’s all. No name calling, no foul language, no address. I’d also suggest that, if you have any of his friends as contacts in your phone or on any social media, to block them as well. Belinda, any girlfriends. Parents. Coworkers, and his boss. I’m speaking from experience. Not my own, but my sister’s. Do it now.”
So Grace went through all her contacts, and ended up blocking eleven people. “I’m glad you have a sister. There may be others who have my number, Henry.”
“So block them if they show up. If that doesn’t work we’ll get you a new phone with a new number. If you go clubbing some night, don’t go to your old familiar places. But you don’t, do you? You’re only 20.”
“He would sneak me in, somehow. I have no intention of going to any of those places. Henry, do you think he is dangerous?”
“Yes. The ‘or else’ tells it all. He’s talking to himself, working it up in his mind. Does he know about your free use status at work?”
“No, I never told him. For some reason, every time I started to I decided it wasn’t the time.”
“Good girl. Keep those two texts of his. The one from yesterday and this newest one. You might need them for evidence. If you see him anywhere, especially at our work, let me know. I have a lawyer friend who owes me a favor. You should get a restraining order. Promise me, Gracie.”
“I promise. You know, I like it when you call me Gracie.”
“Do you?” He smiled, using just one side of his mouth, sort of like Elvis Presley. “That’s good. I’ll call you Gracie more often, if you think it’s okay.”
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