Commercial Company

The sensuous feeling of my hands rubbing over her wet, soapy skin has caused my prick to swell. She backs up into me as she sprays the water over her torso, feels my erect cock poking her in the butt, grasps it tenderly and says softly, “What’s this?”

I say nothing as she gently slides my swollen dick between the cheeks of her suds-covered butt, and begins to slowly rotate her hips in little circles.

“I didn’t see you take any Viagra today,” she says softly. “You must like me!”

Moving my hands down over her body to her abdomen, I gently press her against me. Her hands wrap around my neck, and gently pull my face down to her neck. I begin softly nuzzling and nibbling the sensitive areas of her neck as my hands roam over her. I feel the weighty fullness of her dangling breasts, and lift and massage them both with my fingers. I run my hands down from her tits to her stomach, to her abdomen, feeling her sensuous body. As I rub my hands over the tops of her thighs and groin, I notice something different – something is missing.

“Like that?” she whispers. “I needed a trim.” The thickly overgrown forest of earlier is gone, leaving just a nicely trimmed Mohawk of lush fur in its place.

“Yes, very much!”

As I rub my hands over her thighs and groin, she slips a hand down over mine, and gently moves it against her prominent clit. I need no encouragement, and I begin to easily massage the hard little nubbin with my fingers. Jennifer sighs contentedly, and continues rubbing her firm butt over my cock.

She bends forward slightly, braces herself against the shower wall with one hand, and with the other, reaches back and grasps my shaft. She pushes her hips back, and I feel my cockhead enveloped by a warm tightness, but not the tightness I’m used to.

“Gently,” she moans huskily. “Don’t hurt me.”

I rub her clit with my fingers, but I don’t feel my cock there. It dawns on me where my dick is, and I love the different feeling of being inside her ass. I delicately move my cock forward a little, and feel the tight resistance of her ass to my invading prick. Slowly I ease my twitching cock into her, but there’s no natural lubrication to ease the way – like in her juicy pussy – and the feeling is almost painful.

I slide my other hand around to her mountainous tits, and rub the nipples in turn, making them stand out from her firm tits. I move my hand up her neck and stroke her cheek, and as my hand moves in front of her mouth, she kisses my fingers. My hand works its way back down her chest, and revels in the feeling of her fantastic tits and her hard nipples.

Gradually I manage to cautiously slide the entire length of my dick into her tight ass, and stop. My fingers continue to knead and manipulate her throbbing clit and her fleshy tits, while she moans with pleasure, “Ummmmm… that feels so good!” I slip my middle finger past her trembling pussy lips, and up into her succulent snatch. “Ohhhhh!” she sighs, as her body gives a little shudder. “Ohhhhh yeaaahhh!”

My finger seeks out and finds the little area on the front wall of her luscious pussy, and begins to massage the spot. “Oh God,” she moans lustily, “Don’t stop what you’re doing! Ohhhhh… please don’t stop!”

Her pussy is contracting and spasming around my finger, and her juices are dripping from her delicious pussy as I rub the palm of my hand over her erect and twitching clit. My cock can feel my finger moving inside her quivering snatch through the little membrane that separates her two tunnels, and the sensation is incredible. I pull her body closer to me, and she cries with joy, “Ohhhh… right there, rub my pussy, ohhhhh… don’t stop!”

Her asshole is clenching the base of my cock, and her ass muscles are fluttering and rippling up and down the length of my shaft. My finger is stroking her G-spot, my palm is rubbing her sensitive clit, and Jennifer’s wailing with ecstasy.

“Ohhhhhh…” she howls. “Ohhhhh… please don’t stop, don’t stop, please don’t stop… let me come, let me come, ohhhhhh…” as she pushes her firm butt back at me. “Ohhhh… I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m com…”

Her pussy grips my finger, and her ass muscles squeeze my cock as I continue to massage her juicy pussy. I feel her body shudder and her pussy spasm as she comes on my finger. “Aaaaaaahhhh…” she wails, pounding her hand on the shower wall. “Aaaaaahhhh…” 

As Jennifer’s climax lessens, I continue to gently move my finger inside her syrupy snatch. I move the tip of my finger against the head of my cock, and it causes my own orgasm to begin.

“Ahhhh…” I grunt. “I’m coming!”

My ball sack draws up in it’s familiar tightness, and my prick begins to throb as spurts of jizz shoot out of the tip, and into her clenching ass. “Ohhhh…” I moan helplessly. “Ohhhhh…”

“Aaaaahhh…” Jennifer wails as another orgasm makes her voluptuous body convulse with pleasure. “Aaahhhhh… that’s so good, so good, ahhhhhh…”

A river of hot come shoots out of the head of my pulsing cock, inundating her ass with my warm jizz. Spurt after spurt soaks her bowels as her ass squeezes my dick, her muscles quivering and twitching around throbbing cock. My balls empty their contents into her tight ass, and pump furiously until they are completely drained.

As our climaxes slowly diminish, we both stand there, breathing heavily, and feeling the warm water spray over our bodies. Jennifer slowly straightens up, and my spent cock slides out of her ass. She turns, wraps her arms around my neck, and gently kisses me on the cheek.

“That was great!” she says. “I’ve never come like that before. Where did you learn to do that? And that thing you did last night with the humming?”

“I’ve had a little practice,” I grin.

“You can practice on me anytime!” she says with a smile.

We rinse off, step out of the shower, and towel dry. I change into my clean clothes, Jennifer picks up the clothes she’s been wearing, sniffs them, and her cute nose wrinkles in disgust. “Ewwww… I hate to put on dirty clothes after I shower!”

“I have a shirt you can wear,” I offer. “It may be a little big, but if you want…”

“Would you, please?” 

“It’s in the truck, I’ll be right back.”

I take the elevator downstairs, climb in the truck, and find a pair of boxers and a white short-sleeve button-down shirt. As I walk in the room, she’s hanging up the telephone.

“I called the club, but it’s too early, no one’s there yet. I called Tiffany, one of the dancers I know from J.T.’s, and she said they would have probably mailed me my last paycheck. The post office said they have a stack of mail they’ve been holding for me, and they’re open until noon. I called the apartment manager, but all I got was a recording.”

“Wow,” I exclaim. “Quick, efficient, and thorough! You’d make somebody a good secretary!” I grin.

“You’d be surprised what I’d make ‘Mr. Right’,” she grins back. “What’s that?” as she points to my hand.

“Skivvies,” I say. “Boxers. I wear a forty, and I think they’ll fit…” 

“I’m a size thirty-six, I’ll have you know!” she interrupts me, as a scowl crosses her face.

“Big,” I add hastily, “They’ll be too big and… uhhhh… baggy on you, and you’ll have to pin them up. You’re much… uhhhh… thinner than I am, and you’ll… uhhhh…”

“Enough,” she smiles. “I get the point.” 

She finds a safety pin in the toilet bag I have, and pins the shorts smaller. Jennifer disappears from view around the corner while I sit down on the bed and turn on the TV. When she reemerges, she’s stunningly beautiful. Her long dark hair is loosely tied up in back, and even though she has no makeup on, Jennifer’s gorgeous. She’s wearing my shirt, with the bottom tied up in a knot, leaving a broad expanse of her flat tummy exposed. The top two buttons are undone, providing a perfect display of her magnificent bosom. She’s not wearing a bra, and I can just see her dark areola through the white cotton. Her jeans hug her hips, and mold perfectly to the contours of her lower body.

“You like?” as she steps in front of the mirror, turns side-to-side, and looks at her reflection.

“Yes, I like!”

“I look fat,” she frowns. “My hips are big.”

“You are drop-dead gorgeous,” I say. “You look perfect!”

Jennifer smiles at the compliment, and turns to me. “Ready? Let’s go.”

I open her door and she climbs in the truck. I climb in, start the engine, and she asks, “Do you know what time it is?”

“Nine seventeen,” I say, glancing at the clock in the radio.

“I’m hungry. We’ve got time, let’s go get some breakfast!”

“Good idea,” I say. “Let’s go!”

Over on the other side of the interstate I see a ‘Lenny’s Diner’ so I head over there, and park the truck. I open the door, and she hops out and takes my hand. We walk into the restaurant, and take seats in a booth.

“Coffee?” asks the waitress as she brings menus.

“Yes, please,” I say. “No, thanks,” says Jennifer. “I’d like a glass of orange juice, and a large iced tea.”

We study the menus, and Jennifer asks what I’m having. “Probably the ham and cheese omelet.” I reply. “How ‘bout you?” 

“I dunno,” she says. “I’m hungry.”

The waitress comes back with our beverages, and asks “Are you and your daughter ready to order?”

“Daughter,” I think. “Why does everyone think she’s my daughter?”

“Are you ready, Daddy?” Jennifer laughs.

“Ham and cheese omelet, home fries, white toast,” I say. “And for you, my darling daughter?”

“I’ll have the ‘He-man breakfast’, scrambled eggs, wheat toast.”

“I didn’t see that,” I say, looking at the menu. The waitress points to some writing with her pen. “‘He-man breakfast’,” it says. “Four eggs, four strips of bacon, four sausage links, hashbrowns and toast. Three pancakes and two biscuits with sausage gravy make this a breakfast for the heartiest of appetites.”

“I know Marines that don’t eat that much!” I exclaim as the waitress heads to the kitchen with our order. “Are you hungry or what?”

“I haven’t had a decent meal in six months, dummy!” she says pointedly. “Remember where I’ve been?”

“Oh,” I say. “Sorry… I forgot.”

“The county doesn’t feel you very well, and the food tastes like shit,” she says, somewhat testily. “It’s not what you’d call ‘fine dining’!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

A flash of anger goes through those deep mahogany eyes, and it is almost instantly replaced by something else, but I can’t quite identify what.

Our breakfast arrives, and we converse over breakfast, small talk about our lives. I relate how I joined the Navy straight out of high school, did twenty years, and got out with a fairly decent retirement. I tell of my childless marriage and divorce some eighteen years ago, that I spent most of my life at sea, and never remarried. I explain how I started driving a truck after I was discharged four years ago, because I wanted to see some land for a change before I settled down.

Jennifer tells a far more sorrowful tale, of a poor household with an alcoholic mother and an abusive father. She relates how she left her hometown to go to college, and started dancing to help pay her way through school. After five semesters of college, she fell into one of the pitfalls that the adult entertainment industry offers, and just, somehow, never made it back to college. She tells me of a steady procession of boyfriends, lovers, and one-night-stands who all have one thing in common – they’ve all treated her like shit. She doesn’t include me in that list, but she doesn’t have to – I know where I fit in, and it doesn’t make me happy.

The waitress brings the check, and takes my plate away. I look down, and see that Jennifer has polished off everything on her plate! She’s eaten everything but one link sausage that sits in the middle of her plate.

“Not cooked enough?” I say, pointing to the little link. “Did you drop it?”

“Watch this,” she says, with a devilish grin.

She gracefully picks up the sausage with her thumb and index finger, moves in to her lips, and begins to slowly move the little breakfast link in and out of her mouth.

“Mmmmmm…” she moans, winking at me. “Mmmmmm…”

“Stop that!” I hiss at her. “Cut it out!”

“Mmmmm…” she continues to moan. “So hard, so firm, so…”

“Stop it!”

“So tasty, just the way I like it!” she grins mischievously.

Contrary to my verbal protests, my cock has immediately sprung to life as a result of the erotic spectacle that is taking place across the booth from me. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, she pulls the little sausage from her mouth, dips the end of it in some pancake syrup remaining on her plate, and moves it back to her mouth. Her tongue flicks out, and begins to twirl around the end of the sausage, as she licks the syrup off.

“Ummmmm…” she moans as she winks at me. “Sweeeeeet!”

I stare transfixed at the sexy exhibition she’s putting on, and my cock is throbbing like it’s about to burst.

“Enough,” I say, standing up. “C’mon, let’s go.”

Quickly I look at the check, and leave the amount and a decent tip for the waitress. The front of my pants is tented out obscenely, and I cover it with my jacket so no one will see my raging hard-on.

Jennifer walks out the door beside me, saying nothing, just grinning like the Cheshire cat. I open the door to the truck, and as she climbs in, she gives her butt a little provocative wiggle in front of my face. She climbs in and goes to sit down, but I climb in behind her. Jennifer moves back to the bunk and sits down to let me pass by, but I stop and sit on the edge of the passenger seat.

“Please don’t do that to me!” I say, looking her in the face.

“Do what?” she asks, feigning innocence.

“What you did back there in the restaurant! Please don’t.”

“Because we’re in public?” she says, emphasizing ‘public’.

“No,” I say, “because I don’t like walking around with a hard-on! You can play games if you want, just don’t get the lawnmower out if you’re not going to mow the lawn! Do you underst…”

A fire engine approaches, with its lights flashing and siren wailing. It slows in front of us, makes a right turn, and heads up the cross street. I stop talking to her, and turn to watch as it does. I don’t know a man alive who won’t stop what he’s doing to watch a fire truck – I guess it’s the little boy in all of us. 

“Alright?” I say, turning back to her. “Do you understand what I…”

In the few seconds I’ve watched the fire engine pass, Jennifer has stripped down to nothing, and is lying on my bed, completely nude. “C’mere,” she whispers, stretching her arms out to me. “C’mere and mow my lawn.”

“I…” stammer as I begin to stand up. “That isn’t what I…”

“Johnny’s got a stiffie! Johnny’s got a stiffie!” she sings in a little girl voice. “Johnny really likes me, ‘cause Johnny’s got a stiffie!” while she reaches forward and rubs my cock through my pants. “C’mere!” she exclaims as she begins to grab at my belt buckle.

I pull away from her, lock the door, and yank the curtains closed.

“Yeah, I’ve got a stiffie,” I say heatedly. “You should know, you gave it to me!” I kick my shoes off, drop my pants and shorts, and crawl between those long, widespread legs. 

“I’ll mow your lawn!” I hiss angrily as I rub my cock around in the slippery oil that's oozing from her snatch. “I’ll mow your lawn, alright.” I push forward, and my cock easily slides into her well-lubricated pussy. Her muscles squeeze my shaft, and she squeals with pleasure.

“Ummmmm…” she squeals, “Fuck me.”

I begin to piston my cock in and out of her hot, clingy snatch – softly at first, but I get madder as I think about the little scene back at the restaurant, and I begin to pound her harder.

Jennifer unbuttons my shirt, scrapes her fingernails lightly across my chest, and pulls hard on my nipples. “fuck me good and hard!” she demands, her eyes glowing lustily. “Fuck me like you want it!”

I begin to pound her pussy as hard as I can - the bedsprings are squeaking, the truck is rocking, and my balls are making a ‘THWACK-THWACK-THWACK’ sound as they slap against her butt. This isn’t sex anymore - it’s about domination, submission, control. One of us is going to outfuck the other, and I’m determined not to lose this contest.

Neither is she. Jennifer feels me pounding her syrupy cunt, and begins thrusting her hot pussy up at me in return. “C’mon, fuck me!” she chants. “fuck me daddy, fuck me, fuck me good!” 

I’m fucking her with everything I’ve got, my dick thrashing around inside her silky snatch, as her warm juices flow over my balls. “Fuck me, fuck my pussy, fuck me hard!” she cries. “Make me come, if you can! Gimme what you’ve got, Daddy! C’mon, fuck me!”