In the last memoirs of moi, brotherly love Inigo Jones, the hunting for the dread summertime job had reached it's first hurdle ; I am a sex magnet.

To be fair, if I hadn't insisted on sucking off Mr Ian Smith then I wouldn't have been drawn into the insane sex triangle that was his matrimony to Mrs Smith. A simple babysitting job turned into a torrid serial publication of triad ; with me being the meat in their crazy sandwich.

It was two weeks and three torrid threeways later that I quit my burgeoning career in babysitting. It was still early July, so I still had mountain of summertime left ahead of me. I had come out of the baby sitting gig with a few hundred dollars saved up due to their generous"backsheesh ”, but it was not going to even put a dent into any possible college tuition the following year. So it was fourth dimension for a new job.

My advantageously supporter organized religion was impressed I had actually gotten any work and had, true to her word, decided to get work herself. She had no luck at for the first time, so we decided a concentrated effort might be serious. For the well-nigh part we were a just team complimenting each other's persuasiveness and weaknesses in this outing. I had no hint what a real job was or where to depart looking whilst she knew every smear in the townspeople that could be hiring high schoolhouse girl, on the other hand I was raised to make a proper impression on the elite by dear old dad meanwhile religious belief didn't know when to block off swearing like a sailor.

We blanketed the promenade and strip malls, bookstore, flea markets and degraded food home in a matter of couple solar day and imply waited for a cry to get in. Our hazard held and the watch day after our blitz we received a cry for an interview each at the Burger Baron.

No one dreams of working for a loyal intellectual nourishment chain where you have to outwear a uniform and a cardboard hat, but it beat the alternative of no money. We dressed appropriately ; not too commercial enterprise, not too occasional. I went and first and breezed through it, name dropping Faith every step of the way. In act, my lithe redheaded friend did the Saame for me.

By the prison term we had gotten home we had already received birdsong welcoming us to the exciting career track of deep friers and cardboard hats. I was far more energise than Faith, who merely welcomed it as an exculpation to get out her abusive house and a way to shake the copper off her pot deals.

We started oeuvre a couple 24-hour interval later and got a legal brief run down on how to do our jobs. It was about as complicated as training a ho-hum witted monkey to flip switch. We were also to work the Night teddy with our one-half witted Night managing director Eusebius Hieronymus. Faith and I were to take twist manning the drive through windowpane and assisting Jerome in the kitchen.

It's nothing like the commercial message on telecasting suggest with glad family line and tattle and dancing in the aisle. It was Brobdingnagian periods of boredom punctuated by fusillade of drunken party goers, morose livery driver, lonely single men, and lapidator ( which only increased religious belief's side business ).

I wasn't kidding when I said Jerome was half witted, he had been working there for 20 years since it first opened. He was cute in an Opie way and due to his being Black American was the butt of many cruel caper, but he was so sweet and endearing we took a liking to him right away.

When it got boring ( which it often did ) we would end up playing hockey game with frozen cake, sing on the r audio, crank the music through the store, fake climax on the mike to each other ( that always made Jerome flush and laugh and laugh ), and on our thirdly night in we even got St. Jerome to smoke some pot with us.

And that's how the problem started.

"Gee ladies, I really don't know if I should be smoking that stuff ”, Jerom was blushing

"Oh come on,"Faith chortled,"a toke won't kill you"

"I don't know missy religious belief ”, Jerome blushed,"it makes me feel all good story"

"We'd really like to see you curious ”, I giggled half baked.

"I don't know ”, he was so bashful it was adorable.

"No one will ever get laid ”, Faith assured him

"It will be our little secluded ”, I also chipped in

"hybridizing your heart ? ”, he said his impudence flushed red

I crossed my heart and soul"And hope to die, stick a needle in trust's eye"

"Hey !"

"well, O.K. ”, he said gingerly accepting the joint.

He coughed a few times but sucked back, almost hogging it to himself. The affect on him was prompt and great, he was smiling and laughing and hugging us. But the real effect was one that made us blush. Within minutes of toking up, Jerome was sporting a MASSIVE erection in his bloomers. Just from the tenting alone we knew he was huge.

He was too high to like and he went on the rest of the nighttime with that monster in his trouser tenting out. We didn't know what to do or say, we just called him a scary lusus naturae and he thought it was a game and would"chase"us around the Burger Baron.

Luckily by closing time he had returned to the right landing position and we all made our way menage. Faith and I were in hysterics about our donkey dicked coworker. But being the horndogs we both were, we know eventually no good would come of it.

The adjacent couple Night were more of the Lapplander, prolong boredom mixed in with brief period of time of customers, We'd play games, get high, and Hieronymus's lusus naturae hardon would seem again in his slacks. And that occurred the next night and the nighttime after that.


It was a dull Sat night, and due to our fucked up schedules I hadn't been laid since Tuesday afternoon when Marcus came by to screw me and mama, so I was already climbing the rampart. We had gotten senior high with Eusebius Hieronymus again and I was going to do something about it.

"Think you can cover for me ”, I whispered in my firehaired advantageously friends ear

Faith glanced around at the vacuous parking lot,"Yeah, somehow I can bring off, what ya'll doing ?"

"leaving to get better acquainted with out night fracture director ”, I winked

"asshole you bitch, don't stay in the office all nighttime ”, she whispered back.

"Hey Eusebius Hieronymus, I want to express you something in the stock room ”, I said taking his hand.

"What is Miss Polemonium caeruleum ? so-and-so get in the position again, those little varmints for certain do bug me ”, he said innocently enough being led away.

"No, not rats, something you might like ”, I said with a smile

"I like surpises ”. he said with a goofy grin

As we wandered back into the Warren Earl Burger baron, religion called out behind us"deliver some for me, will ya ?"

I led Jerome into the stockroom and locked the door behind us. He was eagre but still seemed a bit befuddle, so I led him behind some ledge where we held the spare unifroms and tossed them on the ground.

"You sure are mussy Miss Charity, I hope your surprisal isn't me cleaning your mess up ”, Saint Jerome joked with a touch of confusion.

"That's not it all “, I said kneeling on the uniforms in battlefront of him.

"What are you doing miss Jacob's ladder ?"St. Jerome said flushing

"Shush now Jerome, let Miss charity show you the surprise"

I undid his belt buckle and brushed away his hands and pulled him towards me by the hemband when he tried pulling away. I unzipped his fly and pulled down his pants. He made nervous giggles and looked around hinder. He was packing something huge in his brief and I pulled them down and was smacked in the face by his John Rock severe member.

"Oh my Eusebius Sophronius Hieronymus, what a big surprise you have for me instead"

He was a big one. I would say Marcus kinda big. Marcus was mommy's boss/boyfriend as well as our shared lover, and he had the biggest cock I had ever seen at 10.7 inches. Yes, Momma and I had measured. Jerome was easily in his class and definitely thicker. He had a very monster.

"It's always scaring the pretty white ma'am that want to see it ”, Eusebius Hieronymus blushed.

"It doesn't affright me Jerome ”, I said licking my lips and beginning to stroke the big beast.

"That's what the prissy church lady says too"

Mrs Parsons. I should have guessed. If there was a big black cock in this Town, I should have guessed the preachers wife would give been the one to have found it and fucked it by now. What a tramp. God bless her.

"She has splendid mouthful in men ”, I said

"Why thank you Miss Charity"

"Now let me try out how excellent you are."

Without far ado I plunged my lips onto his gormandise phallus. I had to stretch my mouth wide around him too, he was a wooden-headed one. He was mouldy and sweaty but I didn't mind. The sheer thrill of a new devotee with a mighty melanize cock was decent to make me one very happy seventeen twelvemonth old girl. He sighed softly and stroked my hair.

I loosened up my jaw and start thrusting my oral cavity forward on his mighty member. Jerome was damn big and I could barely grapple a few inches in me without my head wanting to uninge from my jaw bone. He just stroked my hair like I was a kitten and smiled down at me while I slurped merrily away.

I unbuttoned my employment uniform as I knelt there before him and unsnapped my bra. My heavy 32DD's burst free and I guided Jerome's hands to them. He kneaded and pawed at them clumsily, but his hands were so big and strong that his maladroitness was offset by his manhandling.

"You sure do throw big boobies ”, he smiled.

I couldn't really laugh or smile at his cutesy comments so I just continued by sucking of his big black schlong. At to the highest degree I could get 4 in of him into my mouth and throat, so I ended up jerking the other 6 or so inches into my mouth. I even reached between my thighs and start playing with myself under my scanty, as I doubt the hung half-wit would have the accomplishment to orally get me off.

After about 10 minutes of slurping and sucking I realized I could draw on this hot chocolate lolipop all day and he might not get off. So I decided it was time to pace up the plan. With a mighty slurp, I disentangled my brim from his tool and turned around. I pulled off my pantie and kicked them into a corner.

I got on all fours and flipped my skirt up over my waist. Then I wiggled my ass in his direction.

"What are you waiting for, girl Charity needs you to stupefy that big dick in her ”, I told him over my shoulder.

"Yes ma'am ! ”, Hieronymus exclaimed giddily.

Saint Jerome knelt up behind me and put a big hand on one of my buttcheeks, his hand were big too. And with his other hand he fumbled away at trying to stick his big gumshoe in my pussycat. Big he was, ungainly as hell too. He poked and poked and poked. I reached between my thigh and guided his turgidity into my dripping wetness.

When he finally found the spot with my direction, he rammed it home ! I screamed like a maniac. He was huge. And he just started pounding away.

Jerome fucked me silly. There was no attempt at foreplay or gentleness or love play. He just gripped me by the waist and plowed me. It was intense. I reached between my thighs and didled myself as he big businessman rammed my now thoroughly stretched snatch. I don't think he noticed or cared.

Jerome was a machine, he might fucked me hard and deep, I was stretched out and seeing genius as he went to Ithiel Town wrecking my slit. I grunted and squealed under his assault. My big titmouse bounced and even smacked me in the jaw. I eventually had to stop performing with myself to avoid being fucked head first through the wall.

After I came a twosome times from this beast ravaging, he threw me over on my back na d put my stage over his berm and power fucked me that way too. My bounced and danced across my chest as I screamed. Every thrust bottomoned out in me and I knew I was going to be walking fishy for the next couple days.

I don't get laid how long he fucked me that way, before he pulled me on top of him I thought I was going to call the shots now, but he just gripped my hips and bucked up into me. I even tried pulling away but he wouldn't let me. I couldn't even escape from this sex car. All I could do is howl and cum and cum again.

I don't do it how farseeing he fucked me, all I knew was that he threw me into a couple more positions before he was done. I was on my position again on the storey getting thick dicked as I moaned and flailed. Then I was back on my back with the Saami seafarer hammering.

Finally I was on all fours. My hair was a silken sweaty mess, I was wilted and on my elbos. I was soaked in fret and completely powerless. Hieronymus was slowing his poundings into me making long full secure poking, each one jiggling y integral body. Then he rammed all the way deem into me and groaned and I could feel him expand and thicken in me as he shot his load deep inside my ravaged pussy. He slumped down on top of me, with his prick in me. It was fucking psyche blowing.

That's when the door opened.

Yes, the one I had locked. The one I had locked and the just one who had the key to open it from the outside was the full general manager. And yes, it was the superior general manager.


He was fierce. Past the complete red and steam coming out of his ears we could discover what was going on. There were cars honking and, cursing from outside. The kitchen sounded in overdrive.

"I guess this means I'm fired ”, I said limply.

He just nodded wanting to scream. So I quietly dressed and got up and left > I should have been mortified, but I was fuck high. And this was hardly the outset time I had been caught fucking. But I did find like dogshit about Jerome.

As I did the Walk of Shame out I saw the source of the commotion. Faith was swamped in the kitchen and the private road through. Neither of us had known about the topical anaesthetic baseball conference championship tonight, and when they let out they came straight here for food. When religious belief eventually talked to me again afterwards, she said they came in legions and that St. Jerome and I had been fucking for a couple hr. Someone complained and the manager showed up.

Faith was enraged. She got her hour cut down because she wasn't technically to fault and she defended misfortunate sweet Jerome to the max. She didn't lecture to me for a couple weeks after that. Even so far as when her and Dad fought she would go across town to doss at Hope's instead of mine across the route.

She eventually did after I arranged a three on one with her being the superstar between Marcus, Denny and note. I just had to look on. She even later admitted to me, she ended up lie with St. Jerome once after work when she went to his place and she thought he was going to kill her with his big dick.

So that was my. magnificent one and a one-half workweek life history in the glamorous sphere of fast-food.

It was only halfway through July now, but this was not turning out to be a call start.

And it wasn't about to get much skilful, but that's enough stroke fodder for my lector for this chapter .