Chapter 1

Sunny loved to masturbate. She had her hand inside her jeans underneath her panties, and she was finger fucking herself good. It was Saturday night; she was watching an Orlando Bloom movie on HBO.

"Ahhhh yeah," she moaned as Orlando kissed his leading lady. Sunny's finger jiggled in her tight cunt. She loved to bring herself to the brink of orgasm and then hang there. She slid her ass to the edge of the sofa. Her legs were stiffly spread; her mouth made an 'O' of sexual anticipation as her finger twitched over her clit.

On the screen, Orlando dramatically swept off his shirt. "Oh yeah, that's it, you big hunk," thought Sunny. She loved how his well muscled body looked, not weightlifter heavy, just lean and sexy. He gracefully slid into bed with his leading lady and kissed her hard. In fact, there was a whole montage of kisses and caresses and looks of carnal desire. Glimpses of her tits and his tight butt flashed across the screen. Finally, the couple went at it, frantically humping one other.

"Oh fuck, yes," moaned Sunny. Her finger slammed in and out of her pussy. "Give it to me. Fuck me hard... hard." Her body became rigid and trembled as the liquid slapping sound of her palm hitting her clit filled the room. "Ohhhhhh..." she whined in a long gasp as she came.

Sunny caught her breath before she carefully arose from the sofa. She didn't want to leave any evidence of her orgasm on the leather upholstery. She loved her more than spacious living quarters, and she wanted to keep them pristine. She lived in the home of her employer, Ashton Wagner and his wife Sarah.

Sunny couldn't believe how lucky she'd been in landing her job. She'd grown up in the small town of Upnor, North Carolina. By the age of eighteen she'd already finished high school, plus she'd also taken most of the classes need for an associate's degree in business from a local community college. One day, one of her teachers had called her into his office. He had a friend in Wilmington on the Atlantic coast. His name was Ashton Wagner, and he was a producer in the television and film business there. Wagner needed an assistant, but he didn't want to advertise and have to sort through scores of applications. Was there anyone Sunny's teacher could recommend? The teacher had recommended Sunny.

Sunny knew there was one good reason she'd been picked, besides her good grades. Her teacher had the hots for her. That was understandable. At five-feet three inches tall Sunny was a walking wet-dream. Her full c-cup tits stood round and firmly her chest. She had a heart-shaped bubble butt that left guys staring in her wake. In between those two fantastic assets was her tiny waist. Add in a sweet face, large brown eyes and long, full brunette hair and she had a killer package.

Sunny had squealed with delight and accepted his offer before he even knew what happened. All that he got out of the deal was a quick feel of her breasts on his chest as she gave him a brief hug. Not that he had a chance at more. Sunny was no virgin, but she was hardly experienced at sex. She'd had exactly one serious boyfriend. They'd gone between the sheets a few times, but then he'd gone to college. The school wasn't all that far away, but apparently the sexually adventuresome college girls had been more appealing to him than waiting for the weekend and a skinny little high school kid. Sunny had been a late bloomer and he'd missed out.

The next day was Sunday. It was a day off for the Wagner's maid and cook. Since Sunny lived at the house, she'd volunteered to make breakfast. That had been her treat to her parents on Sunday mornings at home. She was a whiz at breakfast food. Mrs. Wagner had arisen early and taken only coffee and toast. She sold real estate and she'd left that morning to show a house. She was a tall, elegant blonde who was always impeccably dressed.

Once she left, Sunny sipped at coffee and read the paper until Mr. Wagner got out of bed. He came into the kitchen wearing a gown and smelling of aftershave. "Good morning," he told Sunny.

"Good morning," said Sunny. "Would you like some bacon and eggs?"

"That sounds great," Wagner said. He took Sunny's place in the nearby breakfast nook, sipped at a fresh cup of coffee and read the paper while Sunny cooked. At least he read the paper when he wasn't looking at Sunny. Damn, the girl looked hot this morning. She was wearing probably what she'd worn to bed. Her outfit was a pair of violet colored string pants that set low on her hips. She had a matching tank top that left her midriff bare and showed off her impossibly slim waist. He bet that he could make his fingers touch around that waist, or maybe it just seemed that way because her tits filled her top to overflowing. He bet that he could bounce a quarter off the material stretched tight across her ass.

"Here you go," said Sunny as she put the breakfast before Mr. Wagner.

"Thanks, dear," he said. As he ate, he watched Sunny move around the kitchen. He especially liked it when she reached for something and stretched her tits tight against her top. She stood on tiptoes reaching to replace a jar on a high shelf, and Wagner swore that he could see the rounded bulge of her tit as it peeked from under her top. He felt his dick begin to grow between his legs. That was no small matter. He sported a thick nine inches and he wasn't wearing any underwear. He wondered what she would do if he stood up and exposed his erection. After weeks of watching Sunny flounce her amazing body, he was willing to risk finding out. After all, if she didn't like it, he could simply claim that it was an accident.

Wagner vacillated; he read his paper and drank more coffee, but his hard-on wouldn't go away. He notched up his resolve and loosened the belt on his robe. When Sunny finished her work in the kitchen and turned in his direction, he stood and said, "Thanks for cooking breakfast, Sunny, it was very good." He twitched his hips and felt his robe brush along the stone hard nine inches of his cock as it fell into the open.

"You're wel... come," said Sunny. Her voice broke when she saw her employer's cock flop out of his robe. "Oh my," she whispered.

Wagner studied Sunny's reaction. She wasn't running out of the room. In fact she seemed mesmerized by his cock. He looked down and feigned surprise. "Oh, I am so sorry," he said. He pulled his robe loosely closed over his cock. In fact it was so loose that his cock was uncovered once more as he stepped closer to Sunny.

Sunny ogled the huge hunk of man-meat that was closing in on her. Mr. Wagner was tall and handsome and he was looking at her with hunger in his eyes. "Sir..." was the only thing she could say.

"I hope you don't mind," he said. "You did this to me."

"I did?" said Sunny. As she watched, a wad of pre-cum formed at the tip of his cock. It twitched and the wad spurted onto the floor. Mr. Wagner came closer; his cock waved from side to side, pre-cum sloshed out at every step. Suddenly, she was in his arms. His steel dick shoved against her flat tummy.

"I can't believe how beautiful you are," said Wagner. His hands roamed over her form, squeezing her tits one second and her ass the next. He thrust his tongue in her mouth while his hands went inside her pants. The soft skin over the twin globes of her ass felt like heaven.

Sunny didn't know what to think. One second she was cleaning up after breakfast and the next second her boss had her in a hot clench. His tongue was like a snake in her mouth, twisting and turning like a wild thing. Her heart was pounding madly. She broke off their kiss with a loud gasp and said, "Sir, we shouldn't be doing this." But when she looked down and saw the cum covered head of his cock, she couldn't resist reaching out and grasping it in her fingers.

"Oh yes," groaned Wagner. He couldn't believe that this hot teen was fingering his cock. He took the hem of her top and peeled it over her tits. They were as magnificent as he had imagined. They were full and rounded, high and firm, yet they tapered ever so slightly to perky nipples. He could feel the heat from the reddened flush of her perfect skin. He gave reverent kisses to the top of those perfect breasts. He was about to lick the jutting nipples when a noise intruded on his sex addled consciousness.

Thunk. The sound of a car door closing made the impromptu lovers jump. "Oh shit," cried Wagner, "Sarah's back already." Mrs. Wagner was home from showing the house. He tried to pull away from Sunny, but the girl had too tight a grip on his stone hard dick. "Sunny," he hissed loudly. He shoved his hips forward once more and her grip loosened somewhat. Damn, but he was hot and so close to an orgasm. The fact that his wife was getting nearer just made him want it more. He plunged his cock back and forth, fucking Sunny's hot, cum-slick hand.

Wagner came. A shot of cum leapt from the tip of his mighty cock and streamed across the kitchen floor; more cum followed. He hadn't shot a load like this in years. "Sunny," he said weakly and she finally released his dick with a startled gasp, putting her hands to her face as she watched the incredible streams of cum that flowed from his cock. He staggered backward as the streaks of cum lessened to drips and drabs and he could cover his dick with his robe and flee the kitchen.

Sunny had the presence of mind to grab a handful of paper towels and wipe up the hot, soggy mess that Mr. Wagner had made. She was stuffing the towels in the garbage even as she heard Mrs. Wagner's steps in the hallway. At the last second, Sunny reached up and pulled her tank-top over her exposed boobs just as Mrs. Wagner walked into the kitchen.

"Well, I'm back," said Mrs. Wagner. She laid her purse on the kitchen counter.

"How did it go?" said Sunny, trying not to look as if she'd just jerked off the lady's husband.

"Oh, I don't know," she sighed. Apparently, the showing hadn't gone well. "Is Mr. Wagner up?"

Sunny choked back a laugh at the unintended pun. "Yes, ma'am," she managed to get out. "He just finished breakfast."

"Hmmm..." said Mrs. Wagner. She poured a cup of coffee, gathered up the newspaper and left the kitchen.

Sunny went back to her room. She'd masturbated the night before, but damned if she wasn't ready for more. She didn't think her fingers would do. She pulled a suitcase out of her closet and opened it on the floor. From underneath a heavy jacket that she kept stored away in the summer, she pulled out an oddly shaped bag. Out of the bag came something only a woman could appreciate. She'd been the captain of her high school softball team, and at the end of her senior season the team had given her a present. Sunny had gasped with laughter when she'd seen the multi-function dildo. The thing would pulse and writhe and vibrate. It even had a curved piece with a little forked end that fit over her clit.

Sunny dropped her pants and panties and flopped on the bed. She spread her legs and eased the dildo into her cunt. She didn't need to worry about lubrication. Her vaginal lips were already puffy and moist from Mr. Wagner's talented fingers; not to mention the sight of his magnificent cock. In other words, she was already so hot and horny she could hardly stand it. She set the dildo to twisting in her pussy as her mind went back to just a few minutes ago. "Damn, did you see that dick?" she mumbled to herself. "It was so fuckin' big, I can't believe it." She hit the button that made the dildo softly vibrate. "Mmmm..." she moaned, remembering his kiss and the way his heart pounded in his muscular chest.

Sunny's hips were pulsing in time with her writhing dildo. She set the dildo to vibrating at its highest speed. "And I made him hard," she whispered. "I made that big dick swell up." She was nearly there. She pressed the dildo's plastic tongue against her clit. "And then it shot off," she moaned. "It shot soooo muuuuch stuff." Her pussy clenched and she was cumming. "So much stuff... and more, and more cum," she groaned as her hips rose and she shoved the dildo in and out of her flowing pussy. Sunny felt her orgasm approaching. She held the plastic tongue of the dildo against her clit. "Ohhhh..." she gasped. The vibrations on her sensitive sex-button were almost too much to bear. Her back arched as she ground out her cum on her bed.

Thirty minutes later, the dildo was hidden away once more. Sunny had taken a shower and dressed in shorts and a tee-shirt. She had to decide how to spend the rest of her Sunday. She doubted that it would be as exciting as the morning had been.

There was a soft tap at her door. When she opened it, Mr. Wagner stepped in. He was wearing running shoes, shorts and a mesh tank top. The Nike Swoosh was emblazoned on all of his expensive gear. "Sunny, I couldn't get you out of my mind," he said. He was staring openly at the twin swells of her tits.

Sunny could see his dick already growing in his shorts. "But your wife..." Sunny began.

"She's at the other end of the house with her nose stuck in the real-estate section of the paper. She won't come up for air anytime soon. Besides, she thinks I'm out running," he said advancing into the room.

Sunny had to admit that the man looked good. His legs bulged with muscle as well as did his pecs and biceps. The man stayed in shape. He came to her and immediately cupped her pussy mound through her shorts. "Oh sir," she protested, but she had to admit that she liked it. She like the way she made him hard. She liked the feel of his erection against her hip. He massaged her pussy with his talented fingers until they were both panting like two horny teens in a backseat.

Wagner stepped back and pulled aside the leg of his shorts. With a flourish his dick sprang into the open, pre-cum slinging sideways through the air. "Look what you do to me," he said.

"I did that?" Sunny asked, trying to sound innocent.

"You know you did," he growled. "Take off your shorts."

"What?" she said.

"I'll stay over here; just take off your shorts," he demanded. Sunny unbuttoned her shorts and stripped them off her fine ass. He began to stroke his cock. "Your panties — let me have your panties."

"My panties?" said Sunny. They were only plain white everyday bikini panties, but Mr. Wagner was eyeing them as if they were exquisite lingerie. As if in a dream, she pulled off her underwear and tossed them to her boss.

Wagner caught her panties and lifted them to his face. He inhaled deeply. "Nothing like the smell of hot pussy." He wrapped her undies around the head of his cock and rubbed his hand around in a corkscrewing motion. "You have one fine ass, young lady," he said.

"I have?" asked Sunny. She turned so that her backside was three-quarters to his view. She looked over her shoulder and lifted her heel as she'd seen models do in a thousand ads.

"Oh shit, you know how to show it too," he moaned. Sunny slowly shifted her weight from one leg to the other making her sweet ass sway as the muscles rolled under her satin skin. She bent over and ran her finger the length of her vaginal lips, dipping her finger into her wet pussy. Wagner frantically beat his meat. This girl was too much. He felt the cum boiling in his balls. It wouldn't be long now. "Your tits, show me your tits."

Sunny straightened up. She loved what she was doing to Mr. Wagner. His eyes were glazed and he stood on bent legs, his hips thrusting out. His big cock seemed to be swelling even larger. She gathered up the front of her shirt in her fingers. She lifted the material until she could grasp the bottom of her bra cups, and then she pulled out and upwards. With hardly a jiggle, her shapely breasts revealed themselves to Wagner's fevered gaze.

"Fuck yes," huffed Wagner. "I'm cumming, Sunny, I'm cumming to those big, luscious tits of yours." Around the tip of his cock, Sunny's panties jumped and throbbed as they absorbed Wagner's load of cream. The material darkened and grew absolutely soggy with his spunk. Finally, they fell to the rug with a wet splat as a long drool of cum followed them downward.

The next day Sunny went back to work in Wagner's office. For tax purposes it was a separate building, but it looked as if it were part of his house — compound really, the place was huge. Her desk sat in a reception area, surrounded by file cabinets and backed by a kitchenette and bathroom. His room was much more luxurious with its large desk, meeting table and sitting area.

Mr. Wagner came in. He was looking good, as usual. He was wearing pressed jeans and loafers as well as a white dress shirt and navy sport coat. "Good morning, Sunny," he said cheerfully. "Could you step in here a few minutes," he said as he walked into his office.

She followed, and watched as he went to his desk and began putting files into a briefcase. "Okay," he said, "as we discussed, I'll be in Hollywood about a week. There's no need for you to be in the office every minute. I'll check in around noon and then you can take the rest of the day off."

"Thank you, sir," said Sunny. She too was looking good this morning. She was wearing a summer print, strapless dress along with open-toe pumps. Her auburn tresses flowed across her bare shoulders.

"I'm going to miss you, you know," said Wagner as he looked her up and down. He squeezed his crotch for emphasis.

Sunny could easily see that her boss was becoming aroused once more. "Sir, you shouldn't," she said as she watched him rub the length of his cock beneath the leg of his jeans. "You can't go to the airport with a boner in your pants."

"I was hoping that I wouldn't have to," he said. He took Sunny's hand and led her to one of the armchairs in the conversation area where she took a seat. He pulled at the zipper of his jeans, and in a few seconds his rapidly filling cock was waving in Sunny's face.

"We shouldn't..." began Sunny even as her hand went to his dick. She ran her palm up the length of the prominent cum-tube and was rewarded with a handful of clear pre-cum. She smeared it over the swelling lump of his cock-head. "I mean your wife and everything."

"Don't worry about her," he said, nudging his cock closer to Sunny's pouting lips. "I'm going to make some good deals in California and you're going to be included."

Sunny was no dummy and it certainly didn't take a rocket scientist to see what was happening here. She didn't want to be an office bimbo. She kissed the end of his dick and gave him a soulful look with her big brown eyes. "You'll get out there with all those talented starlets and forget about me." She licked the end of his dick and a shot of pre-cum splashed into her mouth. His balls must work overtime, she thought.

"I won't forget about you," Wagner said with little jerks of his hips encouraging her lips to accept the end of his cock. "That pretty face and fantastic body can take you far if you let them," he said.

Sunny licked and slurped at the end of his dick as if it were an ice-cream cone. "I did some amateur acting in high school; the teacher said I had some talent," she said between licks.

"It just takes the right connections," said Wagner, emphasizing his last word by squirting pre-cum all over Sunny's full lips. She relented and seized his cock-shaft with both hands and popped the head in her mouth. "Oh Sunny, that's amazing," moaned Wagner. The girl knew how to suck a cock. She used her lips and tongue to make his pre-cum flow like crazy, all the while jacking him with both hands. Then she sucked hard on his cock-head, making it swell with hot blood. Wagner's dick was so sensitive it was almost painful. At that point Sunny grazed the tips of her teeth over his engorged cock-head. "Oh fuck..." bellowed Wagner. His whole body shuddered and cum erupted from his cock like a lava explosion. His dick swelled and shot more spunk than he thought possible.

Sunny gulped down whole mouthfuls of hot cum. The man was like a fountain. She'd never seen such an orgasm. No, she thought as she swallowed frantically, he's not going to forget this or me.

The next day, after Mr. Wagner had made his promised noontime call, Sunny took advantage of his offer to take the afternoon off. She really didn't want to drive anywhere, so she decided to take a walk. The Wagners maintained almost two acres of lawn and gardens around their home. Or rather they hired people to do the maintenance. Sunny had seen gardeners at work in the yard, and today as she rounded a tall hedge she nearly ran over one of the workers.

"Oops, sorry," she said as she sidestepped a man wielding a pair of clippers.

"No problem," said the man. He had stopped clipping and was openly appraising Sunny's figure.

Sunny didn't mind the stare, especially from this guy. He looked as if he was about her age. He was wearing the standard gardener's garb of khaki shorts and slightly soiled white tee-shirt plus boots and gloves. He was slim, with wiry muscles and a nice smile full of white, even teeth. Taking off one of his gloves, he stuck out his hand and said, "Hi, I'm Tommy."