“Oh my God.” Mum said.
Jim turned his attention back to Head. The old guy had the blonde shoved right over the photocopier, her big tits squashed against the glass. He’d ripped her blouse open, the tits were free, although Jim could only see their round side. She was shaking with the force of Head’s fucking, shrieking with pleasure. As he watched the blonde grabbed her own ass cheeks and pulled them apart, screaming happily.
“Oh Mr Head! Oh make me come!”
Jim’s dick throbbed in the sheath of Candy’s breasts as he saw a torrent of fluid spill down Head’s hairy legs and splatter all over the carpet. He couldn’t believe that tiny dick had gotten her off so much. She was coming and coming, the rushes of juice spraying over the old guy’s crotch in bursts.
“Did she come, Jim?” Candy asked. “I can’t see.”
“Yeah. Heaps.”
“Ooh. You want to fuck me? You could fuck my pussy, Jim.”
He only needed to think about it for a second. “No. I just want your tits.”
“Oh you’re so dirty! I love it! Fuck them. Fuck them harder.”
“Be quiet.” He ordered, sick of her voice. She immediately stopped talking, looking up at him with a happy smile. He pushed her hands away from her tits and grabbed them himself, roughly shaking them as he pushed between them. It was great to wobble them around while fucking them.
He heard a moan behind him. He looked around awkwardly, almost falling over in surprise. His mother was sitting on the edge of a desk, her long skirt bunched up around her waist. Her underwear was lying on the floor. The Asian was crouching between her legs, sucking noisily on her pussy. Mum was moaning and clutching the Asian’s silky black head of hair.
She saw that Jim was watching. “Oh God, Jim,” She gasped. “I know why you guys like this. It feels just lovely.”
He turned his head back around in time to see the blonde orgasm again. Another flood washed over the old guy’s legs onto the floor. Head pulled out this time and further jets of pussy juice sprayed onto his cock and balls and splashed the front of his tuxedo. The old author pulled the stacked bimbo off the machine and onto her knees. Her moaning mouth was instantly occupied by his little dick. As Jim watched Head stuffed his balls past her lips as well, so that all his genitalia was in her mouth.
“Fucking Christ!” The old guy shouted, jerking. Jim stopped thrusting into Candy’s tits as he watched the blonde’s throat working.
He pulled his dick free from the big tits. Candy smiled even wider.
“You want to fuck me now?”
“No,” He said. “You can go back to work, thanks.”
“Oh, okay.” She said, shrugging. She went back to her laptop as if nothing had happened. Jim walked over to Head and the kneeling blonde.
“Oh, hello, Jim-lad,” Head was breathing heavily. “Having fun?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Oh dear,” Head pulled free from the blonde unceremoniously, his cock and balls popping free and splattering her big melons with spermy spit. “You haven’t even got your rocks off yet! Dear oh dear, Jim.”
“I didn’t want to go yet,” Jim explained. “None of these girls are really, y’know, what I want.”
“Hmm,” Head mused, slapping his limp member on the blonde’s face as she panted in front of him. “What exactly don’t you like about these girls?”
“Well, I don’t want a blonde, Dad has a blonde.” He pointed at the busty number getting turkey slapped.
“Yes, variety is everything, Jim-lad.”
“And I don’t want a black girl, either. Not that I’m racist.”
“No, no, of course.”
“Or an Asian girl. And Candy seemed too, I don’t know.”
“What, Jim? Tell me.”
Jim looked down at the blonde’s come-streaked face as he thought, watching the limp cock whacking her in the forehead, lips, cheeks. She looked back at him and smiled.
He thought about all the girls he’d seen other than these, starting with Tiffany and Cleopatra. He knew he liked Cleopatra better, that if he had a choice he would fuck her before Tiffany.
Which girl at school did he like best? Harvitz’s Skye, or Titania? He thought Skye would be better. But then he thought of Alvarez’s girl, Samira. He had never seen her undressed, but her Latina face was very attractive.
“I think,” He said. “I think I’d like a latin girl, actually.”
“Great!” Head exclaimed. “I love latin girls myself. South America, Spain, lovely.”
Head gave the girl a last slap, then indicated to Jim they should move away. They ended up standing behind Candy. Head reached around her and grabbed her big tits casually, making her squeal and giggle.
“I think, we should try another floor, my boy. I’m sure of it.”
“Okay. If you think so.”
Head released the tits, patting Candy on the head.
“Let’s see how your mother’s doing.”
Jim had all but forgotten about her. As they went over, it was hard to take in the craziness of the scene. The severe Asian girl was still sucking Mum’s pussy, as well as fucking her with two fingers of one hand. His mother was bucking her hips and swinging her head about, her hair is disarray, her face red. She seemed totally unaware of Jim or Head standing over her.
Her cries reached a new volume and she grabbed the Asian’s hand, holding it deep inside her. They could see the Asian’s forearm working as she wiggled her fingers roughly in his mother’s cunt.
“Yes yes yes yes yes!” Mum shouted over and over, stiffening, her cries becoming wordless. She slumped, pushing away the Asian’s hand. The girl straightened up on her knees, a cruel smile on her smeared lips.
“You alright Mum?” Jim asked.
“C’m’ere bitch.” Head said, pulling the Asian’s head into his dirty groin. His limp dick mashed against her lips before she sucked him in.
“The whole thing,” He complained, pushing up his balls and getting them in her mouth too. “Clean that shit up.”
Mum was suddenly sitting up, brushing her skirt down over her legs again. She looked flustered, pushing her hair back into order. She still cast a very warm look at the back of the Asian girl’s head.
“I’m fine, Jim,” She said primly. “Just fine.”
“Mr Head says we should go to another floor.”
“Maybe… maybe I’ll just wait for you here.” She said, not meeting his eyes.
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