Jessie wasn’t stupid. She knew why he’d asked her there. She knew that she was eye candy for the men to enjoy and knew too that they’d probably get a little handsy with her. Mr. Murphy was a good man, and he wouldn’t ask her to do anything with them, she knew for a fact.
After the first hole, she looked over as the men started to walk about to the carts, two smiling happily, Mr. Murphy and Mr. Eakins looking a little miffed.
“Alright gorgeous,” Mr. Dudley said. “I’m in the lead.”
She smirked and came over, smoothing her skirt out as he patted his leg. She sat down, and felt his arm go around her waist, surprising her as he pulled her tight. One hand immediately went to the bottom curve of her breast, and she smirked, feeling him inching upward.
Turning, she saw the driver looking down, obviously eyeing her ample cleavage.
“Y’all are some naughty boys,” she said, giggling.
Mr. Dudley didn’t move his hand any further then and she grew a little concerned that she’d frightened him from getting flirty with her. She really hoped that she did a good enough job to help Mr. Murphy.
She had to switch carts on the next hole, but then stayed in that one. For the next couple of hours, she was switched back and forth between the four men, always sitting on their laps.
By the third hole, they were growing much more comfortable being flirty and affectionate. Mr. Wright was the first to reach up and grope her breasts, and by the 15th hole, she was standing between three of them while the fourth tried to focus on taking his swing, the other three affectionately rubbing her shoulders or lifting her skirt to look at her underwear, or even groping her ample breasts and playfully “inspecting” her cleavage.
She giggled, shaking her head at their playfulness.
“I really like your assistant,” Mr. Wright said, smiling at Mr. Murphy as he walked back over and stood in front of her.
“Me too,” he said. To her ultimate surprise, he reached up and grabbed both of her breasts with his hands.
“Mr. Murphy,” she said, giggling and looking down. “You’re never this flirty!”
He smiled. “Well, I get a little braver around my friends.”
She frowned. “I thought they were prospective clients?” she asked.
He shrugged. “I wanted to show you off,” he said, shrugging. “They didn’t believe my assistant basically lets me do whatever I want with her.”
She smirked, looking up at him as he pulled her white top off of her shoulders, then flopped the top of her shirt down, completely exposing her breasts.
“Well, I certainly don’t mind you looking at my goodies, or letting your friends get a look, but I don’t just do everything with you.”
“Oh no,” Mr. Murphy said. “I never told them that we had sex or anything like that.”
“Good! So, are you four dirty old men going to finish your silly game or keep pawing at me?”
“Ha!” Mr. Dudley said, smacking his hands together. “Boy Tom, she sure is a firecracker!”
“Such a wonderful piece of eye candy,” Mr. Eakins agreed. “You gotta bring her to poker night some time.”
Mr. Murphy was smiling widely but stepped back after putting her back together. “We’ll see,” he said, smiling and winking at her.
She giggled, rolling her eyes and cocking her hips as the four started toward the golf cart. For the last couple of holes, the four men only vaguely paid attention to their game and spent most of the time either ogling or groping her.
She didn’t mind all that much, to be honest. She was glad to help her boss show off, and she knew that’s exactly what he was doing. He had probably told his friends that he had this sexy office assistant that let him get away with a lot. She found it funny, to be honest. Men were nothing if not predictable around her.
Still, it was quite a boring morning for her, even if they did get all flirty. It was about 4 hours from when they started until they finished, and by that time, it was stifling out.
After they seemed to get their fill of the game and finished, she waved goodbye and checked her phone. She smiled, seeing a message from her perfect boyfriend and clicked it open.
“We need to talk,” was all it said.
She frowned, growing nervous. She texted him back. “What’s going on?” she asked.
“My place, now,” he sent. “No, scratch that, your place. I’ll be there soon.”
He sounded upset. She could feel that even through the texts. She wondered what could possibly have upset him. She took a deep breath as she started her car and pulled out of the parking lot, forcing herself to calm down. The sinking feeling in her stomach was making her worry.
She wondered what could possibly have happened.
*****
Dexter
Warm wet sucking sounds woke him up, and he yawned, looking over and seeing Donna sucking off her boyfriend. She raised her head, giggling and turned over toward him, her hand sliding under the blanket.
“God, you are insatiable,” he said, shaking his head and pushing her hands away.
She wasn’t going to be deterred though, and John must have sensed that Dex wanted to get up, as he grabbed Donna by the hair and yanked her back toward himself.
“Get back here, slut,” he said, pulling hard. She spun around quickly, and Dex saw her hand move with her. There was a dull thud and John cried out in pain.
“Fucking cunt,” he gasped.
Dex sat up, looking over and seeing him clutching his balls. He suddenly realized she must have punched him in the balls.
“Donna, what the hell?” he asked. “That’s not cool.” His own balls ached in sympathetic pain.
She grinned, leaning over and looking back at Dex, winking. She ripped John’s hands away and leaned over, sucking on his cock again and then turning back toward Dexter and wiggling her finger to get him to come to her.
“The little pussy loves it,” she said. “Don’t worry.”
Dexter raised an eyebrow and then gasped in pleasure, Donna’s ever talented mouth moving to slide down his shaft as she moaned. Groaning, he shook his head and pushed her off.
She giggled, shrugging as he went to go downstairs and see what his dad was up to. As he left the room, he looked back and saw her straddling John and slapping him in the face.
He shook his head in amazement, wondering if the two energetic lovers ever actually hurt themselves during their lovemaking. He smirked, walking down the steps and into the kitchen. He poured a glass of water and grabbed an apple from the fridge, then started to munch on it. Sighing, he thought about the day before, and then the evening. He smirked, wondering for a moment if it had actually happened or if it had been a really nice dream.
Vicky, Eric, Donna, John… hell, even his girlfriend had all seemed to be on another level. He wondered why his life had suddenly turned into some kind of sexual circus but knew the answer.
Before meeting Jessie, he’d worked out, he’d gone to work, and he’d gone to class. There were a few dates, but he’d never had sex before her. Since meeting and falling in love with the little sex fiend, his life had been one ridiculous roller coaster of sex and fun.
He smiled, then polished off the apple and tossed the remnant in the trash, then went upstairs and took a shower. After a nice long wash, he hopped out and looked in his room, but was surprised to see Donna and John weren’t there.
Entering, he pulled on some clothes and checked his phone, hoping Jessie was done. She apparently wasn’t, and he went about cleaning up from the night before. It was the least he could do, since she’d done everything to set it up.
After an hour or so, he finished cleaning outside, and went to clean the den and his bedroom. He figured Jessie might get irritated at him, but he could handle her.
He heard his dad stir sometime around noon and smiled, figuring that they needed to have a talk. He heard him go shower and then gave him some time to get dressed.
After a little while, he saw his dad go past and called out to him.
“How ya doing, old man?”
His dad smiled, stopping and looking in. “Good, good, you?”
Dex nodded, very good. “I know that got a little weird last night,” he said. “Donna can get crazy.”
Don seemed a little nervous, smiling widely and shrugging. “Yeah…”
Dexter turned, chuckling. “I know that Jessie has been teasing you a bunch. I’m sorry if she goes too far sometimes.”
Don smiled at that, shrugging. “Oh, yeah, she’s a breath of fresh air though, son.” He got a serious look on his face. “If you want me to back off, or stay out of y’all’s business, you just have to tell me. Your happiness is most important.”
Dexter smiled. “We’re good dad. I mean, I’ll admit that it was weird seeing you getting a blowjob from Donna while I was sitting on the same couch.”
His dad chuckled, nodding. “Yeah, it just got too weird for me.”
Dexter laughed. “Still, I half expected Donna to come and find you and force you to fuc… to nail her.”
His dad smiled, shrugging. “I was well taken care of,” he said, shrugging.
Dex smiled, nodding, but then turned, looking at him curiously.
His dad saw that he was a bit confused by the statement. “Jessie,” he said.
Dexter was confused further but didn’t speak.
His dad entered and sat on the bed, smiling. “God, son. I can’t tell you how incredibly nice it was, and how glad I am that you’re okay with what happened. I mean… I was…” he sighed, smiling and looking down as Dexter took a seat, sitting confused beside him. “I was really pent up and it’s been so damn long.”