“I think you should kiss my cock, Miss Bell. It’s all right no-one can see: you’re behind the bar,” Kevin said, breathing heavily. He stepped back, unzipped his trousers and released his ugly grubby erection, waving it at her.
Claire was astounded. Did Kevin really ask his bar maids to kiss his cock? Again she waited for Bobby to step in but he just smiled at her, his misshapen discoloured teeth grossing her out. It looked like she’d just have to go through with it.
She took a breath, knelt down and gave his cock a quick sticky peck, leaving a red lipstick mark on the tip.
“Very good, Miss Bell,” Kevin groaned before grabbing her by the back of her head and pushing himself past her lips and into her mouth.
Claire, her stunning green eyes wide in surprise, made some inarticulate noises around her mouthful of cock but did her best not to pull away as he began to determinedly slide himself in and out of her.
“Oh, yeah, Miss Bell. That’s good. You give great head. Suck it, you little slut,” Kevin moaned as he fucked Claire’s poor mouth.
Anxious to finish him off quickly, she swirled her tongue around his head before beginning to suck as hard as she could, keen to show that being forced to give oral sex by a stranger in no way fazed her.
For the next few minutes all that could be heard in the office was the wet squelching sound of Claire’s mouth and tongue sliding up and down Kevin’s cock and the occasional groan of delight from Kevin himself as he groped one of her huge breasts with one hand and pulled her head towards him with the other.
“Oh, fuck, I’m coming!” Kevin shouted as he began to flood Claire’s beautiful red-lipped pink-tongued mouth with rank sticky jism.
Disgusted with how quickly he was filling her mouth with his horrid spunk, Claire considered spitting it out but, not wanting to make a mess on Bobby’s carpet, she reluctantly swallowed Kevin’s repellent gunk.
Once he had finished spurting off over her tongue, Kevin sighed in relief and sat back on the desk
“Fuck me, that was amazing. What a tart!” he said happily.
Licking her lips clean of a few stray drops of cum, Claire stood up and turned to Bobby who was smiling broadly.
“Brilliant work, well done, Claire. Now I could have stepped in a bit earlier, Kevin, but I didn’t want to interrupt you. What I can say is that if you were to try that with one of your employees, she would have a very good case for sexual harassment.”
“Really?” Kevin said, shaking his head. “Whatever is the world coming to? What about fucking them?”
“Do you mean like this?” Bobby answered. “Claire, come here please and take off that thong. I just want to show Kevin something.”
Puzzled, Claire discarded her panties so that she was left in her stockings and heels, causing Bobby to groan out loud as her small strip of ruby pubic hair and long wet pink cunt lips were revealed.
He kicked the chair away, indicating that Claire should bend over the desk and continue to pretend she was serving at the bar. She wasn’t surprised when he dropped his trousers and, standing behind her, positioned his erection at the entrance to her tight pussy. Despite his general lack of physical appeal, Bobby’s penis was long and thick, if a little hairier than perfect.
Claire tried hard to ignore the fact a large cock was being pushed into her wet hole but, once he was all the way in, she began to struggle to maintain her calm facade. In fact, as he grabbed hold of her substantial knockers and began to ram into her fast and hard, she let out a squeal of consternation.
Bobby. Breathing hard, continued to talk to Kevin as if she weren’t there. “Unfortunately, fucking your employees like this could also be considered sexual harassment unless, of course, they make the first move.”
“Really?” Kevin said, who looked as if he were trying not to laugh for some reason.
Despite the fact that they were only having sex as a demonstration and that Mr. Flapjack could in no way be considered attractive, Claire found herself getting more and more aroused as he fucked her powerfully from behind with his substantial cock.
“Ooh! Ugh. Ugh,” she grunted, uncomfortably aware that his large penis was bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.
So it was a bitter-sweet feeling when Bobby swore out loud and began pumping what seemed like an enormous quantity of spunk deep inside her pussy before she could reach her own climax.
“Oh, fuck, yes. That’s fucking fantastic!” he exclaimed, collapsing on top of her.
Claire, frustrated by her lack of satisfaction yet pleased she hadn’t lost complete control, waited a few seconds before tentatively asking, “Er, have we finished the role play yet?”
“What? Oh. Yes. We’re done,” Bobby said, standing up and sliding his softening cock out of her sodden cunt.
As Kevin & Bobby talked in main part of the flat, Claire got dressed and cleaned herself up as best she could with the help of a box of tissues. She could see Kevin handing over a sheaf of banknotes to Bobby, as payment for his training, she supposed. It seemed training was quite a lucrative industry which was another reason to get this job.
Bobby walked back into the office, having seen Kevin out.
Claire turned to him. “How did I do?” she asked.
Bobby looked at her with an inscrutable expression before smiling his ugly smile. “I have to say, Claire, that was brilliant. I really thought I might have disconcerted you at the end there when I entered you roughly from behind but you kept it together. Well done.”
Claire smiled, happy that she had proved herself. “Oh, I’m so pleased. Do I get the job?”
Bobby cleared his throat. “We’re almost there. I just need to test your knowledge of what is sexual harassment and what isn’t. Obviously the scenario we’ve just enacted with Kevin would be considering pretty close to the line by most experts!”
Claire nodded in agreement.
He continued, “So why we try out a few more pretend situations?”
Claire nodded and smoothed back her hair nervously as Bobby sat back down in his chair.
“Right, why don’t we switch roles? After all, sexual harassment can be perpetrated by women as well as men. Let’s pretend that you’re my boss and that I’m an attractive young man in your office whom you really fancy.”
Claire raised her eyebrows at this stretch of the imagination but replied, “Erm, OK.”
“So now, why don’t you do some things to me that you would consider sexual harassment. I’ll let you know if they are.”
Claire stepped back to consider.
“Um, maybe if I were to put my arm around you when we’re talking?” she suggested.
“Go on, act it out. Doing is the best way to learn!” Bobby said wisely.