Chapter 3

In the afternoon, Evan’s phone rang. It was his boss! “Yes, Deirdre?”

“I need you to get me another coffee, Evan ... right now.”

“Uh, okay, right away.”

He was too cowardly to masturbate into the cup this time. The auburn-haired woman took it, tasted it, frowned, and handed it back. “It’s not right. Get them to do it like last time.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes! Get on it! Exactly the same as last time!” She looked frustrated and fidgety.

Evan took the cup into the office washroom for a few minutes and then came back.

Deirdre didn’t notice that it wasn’t a new drink, and after sampling it, closed her eyes and sighed. “Yes, that’s it ... perfect.”

Evan had closed the door behind him again so that they were alone. “Deirdre, you like what I do for you, right, with the tasty drink and, uh, foot massages?”

“Hmm?” She took a gulp. “Mmm ... yes, this is very good,” she responded with half-lidded eyes.

“Well, my family’s having some money issues so I’m going to have to go get a paid job ... I won’t be able to continue working here for free.”

She sat up. “Oh? Well, that’s ... no good.” She unfastened the top button on her blouse and fanned at her neck, showing off her pale decolletage. “Um ... what if we paid you?”

“Really? That would be great, Deirdre.”

“Yes, I have some discretio-- uh, discr-- um ... extra funds I could use. You could be my assistant instead of the office ‘gofer’ ... we’ll put a desk in here for you.” She unfastened another button. “Rub my shoulders.”

He went behind her chair and did that, his hands shuffling the half-open shirt away from her pale shoulders as he massaged. From his vantage point he could see the cleavage between her pale C-cups held up by a lacy black bra and moved his hands down to rub at her collarbone.

“Mmm...” she moaned and took another gulp of spermy coffee before moving her hand back to rub at the pronounced bulge between his legs. “Enough of that ... sit down.” He pulled up a chair and she unzipped him to fish out his thick member. “Nice ... what have you been putting in my coffee, Evan?” Without waiting, she pulled up her skirt, sat in his lap, and rubbed her pantyhose-covered pussy on his erection.

She knew! He had to take control of the situation. “Something that only I can give you, Deirdre. Without me, you’ll never taste it again. Ohh...”

“Mnh ... very clever and unexpected, Evan,” she moaned as she ground upon him. “I suppose I’ll have to keep you happy, hm?” She reached down, tore open the crotch of her pantyhose, pulled aside her panties, and impaled herself upon him. “Ughff ... been a while...”

Evan moaned ... Deirdre’s sultry insides were tight and incredibly hot! If he hadn’t already masturbated twice that day into her coffee, he would probably have already blown his load into her sexy, 30-year-old pussy.

“Can’t believe ... I’m doing this...” she gasped as she rode him. She pulled her bra down and shoved one of her prominent nipples into his mouth.

He suckled at her breasts as she bounced. Azure had been right, and his asshole boss was now addicted to his cum! He grabbed the older woman’s slim hips to assist her movements. She moaned into his ear, her body shaking as she chased a strangely elusive orgasm.

A few minutes later, she pulled his mouth off of her breasts and shoved her tongue into his mouth.

The unexpectedly lovey-dovey move from his hated boss finally sent him over the edge. “Hhrgghh!” he yelled into her mouth as his loins gave up their third load of the day and injected it directly into her unprotected depths.

The result was instant: her body went stiff and she screamed into his mouth. She shoved her hips down in order to get full penetration as the young man’s sperm-filled semen splashed against the spasming entrance of her uterus.

“Ow!” Evan cried and pulled away ... she’d bit his lip! Upon seeing that she was taking another breath to scream again, he quickly covered her mouth with his hand.

“Hhhghhh! Hhllgghh!” Deirdre muffle-screamed for a good thirty seconds before collapsing upon him.

Evan felt the last of his orgasm spill into her still-clasping vagina before, with a supreme effort, he stood up and waddled her back to her own chair. Fwump! His dwindling dick slipped out and he stood back to marvel at the sight of his sex-bombed boss before he realized that he could preserve it forever. Pulling out his phone, he took several pictures, one of her sitting there with her tits out and another zooming into her crotch to reveal the stain of his load saturating the crotch of her panties. Nice.

After Deirdre woke up, she was strangely affectionate with him and wanted to go again but he was all spermed out. He told her he’d see her on Monday for his new paid job.

That night, Evan received a text message as he was grabbing a snack from the kitchen: Evan, it’s Mrs. Williamson. Can you please come to Zane’s place tomorrow? We have to talk.

He frowned. How did his friend’s mom know his number? Then he figured she must have messaged her son. Sure... 11am?

Ok.

“Girlfriend again?”

“GAH! What is it with you sneaking up on me?” he demanded as he turned to see his curvy, brunette stepsister Shannon.

“What? It’s not my fault you’re clueless.” She grabbed a banana from the counter and started peeling it. “Question stands, though ... girlfriend?”

“No, she turned out to be nuts so I, uh, broke up with her.”

“Hmm,” she hummed and brought the tip of the fruit to her mouth, giving it a strangely slow bite.

Confused, Evan’s eyes roamed his younger stepsister’s body as she ate the banana, moving from her curvy hips in her tight shorts to her obviously braless breasts in an oversized t-shirt. When she glanced at him before taking another bite, he looked away. He started as warm arms surrounded him from behind and a musky perfume filled his head.

“So happy your work will be paying you, Evan,” his stepmother Celia commented as she gave him a hug.

He felt the woman’s large breasts press into his back and, upon noticing that her daughter Shannon was looking at his crotch as she chewed the last of the banana, he pulled away. “Yeah, happy to help around here, Mom. Gotta go.” He headed to his room, adjusting his frustratingly hard cock once he was out of sight. He thought about his family ... his biological mother had passed away from cancer when he was twelve and his father had brought him up on his own for years until he started dating Celia ... a year later they moved in with the woman and her 15-year-old lookalike daughter. Shannon had been standoffish at first but at some point started teasing him about everything, including his average-ness; Evan wasn’t tall or muscle-y, nor was he handsome. When he had complained to his father, his dad suggested that his new stepsister just didn’t know how to show that she liked Evan so she teased him, but that advice wasn’t helpful. The parents ultimately decided to let the kids figure it out, but it had been years and 18-year-old Shannon was still making his life difficult. He couldn’t even watch porn on his computer due to her breaking his keyboard ... he was surprised that he still needed to do that after cumming three times at work, but his sudden erection, somehow brought about by the presence of his sexy stepfamily, wasn’t going down.

Back in his room, Evan pulled down his pants and stroked himself. Detecting an odd scent, he moved his hand up to his nose and smelled what he realized was Deirdre’s pussy juice. With the memory of filling his sexy employer’s fit body with sperm earlier, he returned to quickly whacking his shaft until he spurted his fourth load of the day into some tissues. He examined the pearlescent substance within the paper and wondered, why was his cum addictive? Was it all women or just some of them? Or ... was it everyone instead of just women? He had experimentally given his stuff a lick one time after cumming and hadn’t experienced any weird effects ... that didn’t mean it wouldn’t affect other men, but he didn’t want to think of a guy tasting his stuff ... yuck. Tossing the sodden tissues into his garbage can, he got ready for bed.