...continued from Part Three!
The last man to get fired that day was the maintenance man, Jefferson. He was a big, burly dude, at least 6 and a half feet tall. As soon as he came in, he looked pissed. He knew what was coming.
"What do you want?” he asked in a very deep, angry voice.
“Well, Jefferson,” Carl began. “I’m afraid we’re going to have to let you go.”
“Man, fuck that shit!” he yelled with sudden violence and volume. “For twenty goddamned years I haul out your garbage! Now you’re gonna fuck me and toss me out like some garbage? Fuck you, man! I’m too old for this shit!”
He charged forward and grabbed Carl by the collar, yanked him over the top of the desk, knocking everything off.
I backed away, wide-eyed, and started licking my lollipop vigorously.
“I clean your god damned toilets!” Jefferson continued, and smacked Carl across the face with a loud CRACK! He fell down. There was blood coming from his nose. “Call… call… security…” he began moaning, trying to stand up.
But Jefferson wasn’t done. He kicked him in the gut, hard. “I fix your espresso makers! I replace those goddamned flickering halogens overhead!”
Carl tried to talk, but now nothing came out except for blood. He was completely defenseless, absolutely impotent.
“Fuck your suit!” yelled the maintenance man. “Fuck your stupid slicked-back haircut! Fuck your stupid fake tan! Fuck your stupid MBA!” Then he turned on me and pointed. “And fuck your stupid blonde, white trash trophy girlfr-!”
Then he stopped.
I suppose he was expecting me to be horrified at the violence, but instead my chest was heaving with excitement, wide-eyed with desire. I had slipped my fingers under my skirt, slowly, slowly rubbing myself off.
“God damn, girl,” he said, finally, when he remembered to breathe.
“That was great…” I said. “That was… Oh wow!” I came toward him and immediately began running my fingers over his massive chest, his large arms. He was just so… big. Then I brought his cock out with one of my hands. It didn’t disappoint. It was at least twice the size of Carl’s’!
“That…” I breathed… “is a beautiful thing…”
“Jesus, you got tits like none I ever seen!” said the older man, pawing at them like mad. He took my shirt off and yanked down my skirt. “What are you, sixteen? Seventeen?”
“I just turned eightee-“ I began, but suddenly Jefferson had knocked everything else off and before I knew it, that monster cock was inside of me and we were fucking, right there, on top of Carl’s desk!
“Oh!” I screamed as I came. “Oh, yes! Yes!” He pumped me harder and harder, God, I felt I was going to be ripped in half! “YES! YES! OH GOD! YESS!!!!!!”
It lasted for a long time. When we were done, he stood up off me, shaking. He helped me up, and I started licking the tip of his dripping cock. It tasted soooo good! “Carl’s is so little compared to yours,” I told him.
“Is that right?” Jefferson yelled down at Carl’s bloody lump of a body. “You got a tiny dick, my friend? You can’t satisfy, huh?”
I giggled. It was thrilling to see Carl put into his place.
“You want to see it?” I asked. But I didn’t wait for an answer. I took out Carl’s cock and showed it to Jefferson. We both had a good laugh.
“Damn girl, you been cock-starved!” Jefferson wrapped his big arm around me and we walked out. “I sure will take care of that!” As we walked out, a paperweight fell off the desk and landed right on Carl’s exposed nutsack.
“...Candy!” he yelled out. “Please… Don’t leave me…”
I took out my lollipop and sucked on it long and hard. “I’m sorry, Carl,” I told him. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to let you go!”
Both Jefferson and I laughed together at that good joke, and then we shut off the lights and locked the door behind us.
The End
I loved this series, it makes me super horny.
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