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He grinned, reaching for her phone. “I definitely remember,” he said, still standing in front of her.
She sighed, giggling as she handed him the phone and leaned forward, taking his cock into her mouth. Looking up, she shook her head, briefly taking him out to speak. “Just make it quick,” she said. “I don’t like cold eggs.” She quickly took his cock back in and began to make short work of it, her lips tightly squeezing it as she sucked, the modest organ sliding all the way into her mouth as he lifted the phone to his ear. Looking up at him, she pursed her lips and pressed them to the head of his cock, kissing it and then blossoming her lips over the mushroom head and sucking for a moment, then sliding him into her mouth, still sucking. She moaned, feeling her pussy getting wetter as she sucked his cock, thoroughly enjoying what she was doing.
“Hey baby,” he said. “Yeah, I’m shoving my cock into the little slut’s mouth right now.”
Jessie giggled at how demeaning he was being. She knew he was only kidding. They were close enough for her to know that he didn’t really think she was a slut; he just liked to call her that. Her lips slid over his shaft faster, desperately trying to get him to cum. Cold eggs really weren’t all that appetizing, and they got cold so quickly too!
“Yeah,” he said, “lunch sounds great. Okay… I’ll see you then.” He grunted once and Jessie grew excited as he dumped a warm load of cum into her mouth. Swallowing quickly, she was rewarded with another, and then another, both of which she swallowed down with an audible gulp, relishing the taste and letting some of it slide around in her mouth for a moment as she whimpered and moaned. She took a second for herself, enjoying his cum before sliding her lips along his cock and sucking hard as she pursed her lips around the head, then sucked and swallowed down any remaining cum that she could find.
Then, just as suddenly as it started, John leaned down and kissed her lips, his tongue briefly darting in before he stood and put his dick away, quietly whispering a thank you. She slid into her own seat and began to eat her lukewarm eggs, now slightly saltier due to the cum remaining in her mouth.
She smiled to herself, thinking about how much she wanted to suck off her boyfriend again. She had a sudden thought about sucking off Dex and John at the same time and giggled quietly.
After she finished, she took John’s empty plate and put it in the sink, rinsing it off and then heading off to get dressed for work. She pulled on one of her shorter skirts and a loose fitting top with an appropriate bra and then headed to the bathroom to put on her makeup.
A little later, she headed to work and headed in to where she sat at her desk. There was a note from Mr. Murphy there. Picking it up, she smirked, figuring that she knew what he wanted.
“Miss Marks, please come see me in my office when you get in,” it said. It was signed, “Mr. Murphy.”
She sighed and turned, heading for his office. Knocking quietly, she waited until she heard him say, “Enter,” before turning the handle and stepping inside.
“Good morning,” he said.
She smiled sweetly at him and came over. “Where’s Taylor?” she asked. Taylor was his normal secretary.
“She’s on vacation this whole week,” he said. “It’s just you and me.” He smiled and gestured to the chair in front of his desk. “Have a seat,” he said, looking nervous.
She briefly thought he might be about to fire her, but quickly brushed the notion aside.
“Miss Marks,” he began.
“Mr. Murphy, you’re the boss. You can call me Jessie,” she reminded him.
He smiled. “Jessie,” he said, correcting himself. “I just want to apologize for my behavior on Saturday,” he said. “I promise you it won’t happen again.”
She cocked her head curiously at him. “Why in heavens would you apologize?” she asked, genuinely surprised that he would verbally acknowledge what had transpired.
He stammered then, suddenly unsure.
“Mr. Murphy,” she started. “I think it’s pretty clear that I’m an exhibitionist. I like when people look at me. I like being objectified,” she said. “Being nude is liberating and it makes me happy, so when people look at me and like… enjoy it… I get chills. It’s very exciting!” She briefly thought about mentioning how much she liked to suck cock, but figured that it didn’t pertain to the conversation as much.
He didn’t say anything, so she continued.
“I know that you like peeking at my panties, or looking down my shirt, and I’ve tried to figure out a way to let you know that I don’t mind,” she said, “that I even like it.”
He smiled. “I just… I didn’t want…”
She grinned. “I’d never go and tell anyone on you, sir,” she said. “I’m not sure about a few things, though,” she said.
He looked at her inquisitively then.
“Is it me pretending that I don’t know you are looking that you like?” she asked. “Or is it just the act of looking.”
He nervously cleared his throat. “Well… I… I’ve never actually told anyone this…” he said. “I’m a little unsure how to respond.”
She giggled and quickly stood and lifted up her shirt, slipping it off and then unclipping her bra as his eyes widened in surprise.
“I’m the one that did that,” she said. “You aren’t forcing me to do anything I don’t want. Now,” she said, sitting back down, “answer me if you will.”
He smiled widely. “I… I just like the idea that I’m doing something I’m not supposed to, you know?”
She grinned and nodded.
“I like when you’re working and you don’t know I’m looking. It really turns me on,” he admitted. “I liked Saturday, where I was able to jerk off in front of you and you were still working. You’re so sexy.”
“Aww,” she said, smiling at the sweet sentiment. “What’s your favorite part of me?” she asked, standing and coming over to him. “Do you like my tits?” she asked, leaning down so he could get a good look. A few seconds passed as he stared wide-eyed again before she turned and lifted her skirt. “Or is it my butt that you prefer?”
He smiled widely, reaching out to caress her rear. “I really like a bubble-butt like yours, though your breasts are dynamite, too,” he admitted.
She smiled. “Well then,” she said. “Now that we’ve got that out of the way; please don’t apologize for liking to look at me. I’m an exhibitionist and you’re doing me a favor.”
He nodded. “I won’t apologize then, if you promise to tell me if I cross the line.”
“Deal,” she said.
A sudden idea struck her then, and she smiled. “I’ll tell you what. You draw up a private contract stating what you expect of your office assistant position, and I’ll sign it. No questions asked,” she added.
His smile widened.
“And by the way,” she said. “Unless you just absolutely have to, you don’t have to go and hide in the bathroom to jerk off. Do it like you did on Saturday,” she told him. “I promise, it doesn’t bother me.”
He shook his head in amazement. “I can’t believe this is happening,” he said. “I just can’t believe that you’re really telling me that all of this is okay. I mean, I’ve had sexy secretaries in the past but none of them have ever been even remotely okay with any of this.”
She giggled and shrugged. “Well, I’m definitely not like other girls,” she said. “I like being objectified, remember?” she asked. “Draw up our new agreement and I’ll sign it,” she said. “Promise.”
Turning, she reached for her shirt, but stopped. “Would you like me to put on my clothes again?” she asked.
He smiled and nodded. She turned and slid her bra and then blouse back on, then waved playfully as she headed to her desk.
The rest of the day was actually pretty normal for Jessie. She spent most of it at her desk doing paperwork, and then the last few hours, Mr. Murphy had her come in to his office and go through some more of the giant stack of boxes while he stood behind her. At one point, he pulled his zipper down and started jerking off. She did as he’d specified, though, which was to keep working no matter what he was doing. After a short and slightly uncomfortable session of bending over, knees straight, he grunted and finished on the floor again, hurrying to clean it up before it made a stain.
After that, she went back to her desk and dug back into the paperwork, heading to her car a little before 5. She drove over to Dex’s house, but neither of them were home, so she quickly straightened up the house and took the dirty clothes from their bedrooms and bathrooms to the wash. She loaded the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, and then finished the current load of laundry. After folding it, she got ready to leave. She figured she might see Dex that night and would be back, but decided that she better leave the next load of laundry for Saturday when she could be here longer and there would be more to wash. Satisfied that the house was clean, she headed for her own place.
When she went in, Donna was sitting on the couch leaning against John. “Hey guys!” she called cheerfully.
Donna smiled, but Jessie could tell she was sad. John must be leaving for work again. He worked in the oil field and could be gone for a month at a time with all the traveling. He had a single large bag packed.
“John about to head out to work?” she asked.
Donna nodded and turned, kissing him.
“K, I’ll leave you guys alone,” she said, winking. Donna smiled at her again and turned back, whispering to him.
“Jessie!” John called out. She’d just been about to enter her room when she heard him, and turned around.
“Yeah?” she asked, standing at the edge of the hallway.
“I need you to record your boyfriend fucking Donna once or twice for me,” he said. “You’d be doing me a favor.”
Jessie grinned. “Of course!” she said. “Want me to use a video camera or just my phone?”
He smiled. “Whichever you think. I want to show it to my boys out on the job,” he said. “Show them what a little slut I’ve got waiting back at home for me.”