The Quarry
Copyright© 2026 by A Bad Attitude
Chapter 5: “There are no ugly girls just poor ones”
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 5: “There are no ugly girls just poor ones” - The first of a series of five stories about the lives and loves of people who work at a quarry. As usual, I had problems with the codes. No AI was involved in writing this story. The errors are all on me.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Workplace Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Wimp Husband Anal Sex Squirting
As Kim walked in the next morning I called her into my office.
“How did it go when you got home last night?”
“Better than I thought it would. Leslie had supper ready, but I told him I wanted to shower first. He said that could wait. He wanted me to tell him everything you did to me while we ate. We were just finishing up when the package arrived. I had no idea you recorded us. When I first started watching it I was mad. But then I noticed that Leslie was getting excited. He was not mad or crying or anything like that. He was sexually excited. The more I watched the more excited I got. When it got to the part where I climaxed and squirted, I was rubbing my pussy. It was full of your seed, so my fingers slipped in easily. When Leslie noticed me fingering myself, he got on his knees in front of me and started to lick my pussy. I came immediately and squirted again as I watched us fucking. With Leslie eating your cum and my juices, I continually orgasmed. Leslie came in his pants, never even touching his dick.
I did notice something else on the DVD that I had not noticed at the time. After you came and collapsed on top of me, you pinned me to the desk with your weight. I had another climax, not a big one, but I climaxed again. I think I liked the feeling of not being able to move and your dick in me. When are you going to get the next hour that I owe you? Leslie and I want another disc of it. Is that’s ok with you?”
I tell her that as soon as all the deliveries are out to put the answering service on. She and I are going out. We got the drivers out then I put her in my car, and we went to a mall. Last night I had arranged with one of those salons that do complete makeovers and scheduled one for Kim.
As we walked into the place every eye was on me. What was a huge fat guy doing here with this girl? That was the question on everyone’s face in the place.
“This is Kim Kelly. I believe she has an appointment.”
We were led to the back and introduced to a guy who was obviously gay. His voice sounded familiar, but I did not pursue it.
“This is Kim. I want her hair lightened and blonde streaks in it. I want it styled in something different than this 60’s folk singer look. Give her a manicure and a pedicure and paint those nails a bright red. Then apply makeup and show her how to do it. She has never worn makeup so make sure she knows how.”
The gay guy looked at me while running his hands through her hair. “I think I know just what you want. I will have to cut some of this long hair to get it in a more modern style. I think you will like it, but I am going to need about 5 hours to get this done and it is going to cost you about $500. Is that all right?” I tell him it is and that I will see her around 3pm.
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