“Mmm, are you okay back there?” She asked. Oliver laughed quietly and slowly stood upright.
“Only just.” He said, pulling backwards. As his cum covered cock slid from her pussy, Eleanor took a sharp breath in.
“Mmm, I love that feeling. A nice thick cock slipping out of my cum filled pussy.” Oliver grinned.
Eleanor stood upright, already feeling his cum beginning to drip down her naked thighs. Oliver bit his bottom lip as his eyes dropped to the ground.
“I’m umm…sorry I came before you had a chance to.” He said, slightly ashamed. Eleanor’s eyes widened.
“Are you kidding me?” Eleanor hooked her finger under his chin and lifted his head up. “Firstly, you already made me cum once. Not every woman wants a record number of orgasms. Secondly, that was the best sex I have had in more than twenty five years.” She grinned at him. “So you have absolutely nothing to be sorry about.” Oliver smiled.
“Was it really the best sex you’ve had in twenty five years?” Eleanor nodded.
“There’s nothing like a hot young stud to make a middle aged woman feel young again.” She winked at him.
“Give this hot young stud a little while to recuperate and I’ll make you feel young all over again.” Eleanor liked that idea, she’d never been with a man who didn’t roll over and fall asleep after he came.
“That sounds like an incredible plan.” She bent down and picked up her pants that still had her panties nestled inside. “But for now, I think we’d better get dressed in case Mr. Creeper comes back in.” Oliver laughed.
“Yeah, that could be a little awkward.”
Back in his office, Mr. Fairfield wiped his cum filled hand on a tissue before tucking his cock back in to his pants. After zipping up, he clicked the mouse to his computer and shut down the surveillance camera viewing window to the bat house staff room.
Eleanor sat beside Oliver at the computer. She couldn’t stop looking at him and thinking about how incredible it had felt with his cock inside her.
“Are you paying attention?” Oliver asked with a laugh.
“I’m trying to, but there’s this very handsome guy who keeps distracting me.” She grinned at him.
“You have to pay attention!” He tried to sound strict as he looked back at the computer screen. “Mr. Creeper is going to figure us out if you don’t know what you’re doing.” Eleanor sighed.
“Fine, fine, I’m paying attention.” She said reluctantly. Oliver winked.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get your reward if you earn it.” Oliver said. Eleanor’s mouth dropped open.
“Are you trying to bribe me with sex?” She asked. Oliver shrugged.
“Hey, I’m just trying to make sure you get to stay on staff or things will go back to being pretty boring around here.”
“Okay, I’m ready. Show me!” Eleanor reached across and set her hand on Oliver’s lap. “I am all yours.” Oliver chuckled.
Chapter 8
The door to the staff room opened and Mr. Fairfield peered inside.
“Eleanor?” He called.
“Umm, yes?”
“Eleanor,” Mr. Fairfield walked around to the computer desk. “It’s about time to head down to the Grasslands Reserve. I thought I’d come down and give you a ride in the golf cart so you didn’t have to walk.” Oliver looked over at Eleanor with a smirk.
“Oh, okay. I was looking forward to the walk to be honest, but it’s very kind of you to come and pick me up.” Mr. Fairfield stared at Oliver in silence for a few minutes before looking back to Eleanor with a nod.
“It’s not a problem. Did you get a chance to fill out that uniform request form for me?” He asked. Eleanor grabbed the form from the desk.
“Oh, no, I didn’t get a chance. Oliver has kept me pretty busy back here.” Mr. Fairfield glared over at Oliver again.
“Yes, I bet he has. Well, I’ll need you to get that filled out before you leave this afternoon so we can get your uniform ordered.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll do it as soon as I finish up at the Reserve. Do I give it to you when it’s finished?” Eleanor tried to get Mr. Fairfield’s attention away from Oliver.
“Yes. Drop it off in my office before you leave. I’m always the last to leave the zoo, so I’ll still be here.” Eleanor felt her stomach drop at the thought of meeting Mr. Fairfield alone in his office.
“Actually, I need to come and talk to you about funding for the new exhibits, Mr. Fairfield. I could drop it off for you if you like Eleanor?” Oliver looked over at Eleanor.
“I’d rather Eleanor do it herself, Oliver, thank you. We still need to go over a few things before she leaves for the day.” Eleanor glanced quickly at Oliver before looking to Mr. Fairfield.
“Yes, sir.” Eleanor said.
“Make sure you grab your script for the educational talk.” Mr. Fairfield turned and headed back to the door. “When you’re ready I’ll be out at the front.” When he had left and the door had shut behind him, Oliver turned to Eleanor.
“Do you want me to go with you to drop the form off?” He asked. Eleanor thought for a moment before shaking her head.
“No, I’ll be fine. Besides, if I take you with me, he’ll just get pissy about that.” Oliver shrugged.
“I don’t care if he gets pissy or not, I don’t want you going there alone if he’s going to creep all over you.” Eleanor leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
“I’ll be fine, okay? I promise.” Oliver smiled.
“Promise you’ll call me if you need me?” He said.
“I promise.”
Mr. Fairfield stood beside the golf cart. When he caught sight of Eleanor he smiled before his eyes dropped to her tits.
“Shall we?” he said as he slid in to the driver’s seat of the golf cart. He patted the bench beside him. Eleanor took a deep breath and slid on to the seat beside him.
“Sure! I’m looking forward to it. It looks like we might be a bit early though!” Eleanor said as Mr. Fairfield pressed his foot down on the accelerator.
“Yes, I wanted to talk to you about a few things before we get there.” Eleanor could feel her anxiety rising.
“Oh, is everything okay?” She said. Mr. Fairfield didn’t answer, instead he pulled on to one of the back paths and stopped the golf cart.
“Eleanor,” he turned on the seat to look at her. “You understand that sexual conduct in the workplace is unacceptable, correct?” Eleanor felt her heart beginning to race.
“Umm, yes, Sir.” She was hardly going to say anything else.
“Ah…I wasn’t sure if you were aware since I observed you and Oliver fucking like rabbits in the staff room earlier.” As soon as the words left his lips, Eleanor’s mouth fell open. A red heat rose in to her cheeks.
“I…”
“I don’t want excuses, Eleanor.” He said quickly.
“Yes, sir.” She said, her eyes dropping to the floor of the golf cart.
“Do you want to continue working here, Eleanor?” He asked her. Eleanor nodded.
“Yes, sir.”
“Then we’re going to come to an agreement.” Eleanor nodded.
“Yes, sir.” She was afraid of what he was going to ask.
“It’s going to be an agreement just between you and I, is that understood?” Eleanor was getting more worried by the second.
“Yes, sir.”
“From now on, you and Oliver are going to fuck like rabbits in that staff room every day.” Eleanor looked up at him, confused. “You fuck him any way you want, do whatever you want, but you fuck him every single day. Is that understood?” Eleanor nodded slowly. “And at least once while you’re fucking him you are to look up to the back left corner of the room.” Eleanor nodded.
“May I ask why?” Eleanor said.
“Because I want you to look at me while you’re fucking him. I have a live stream of the security camera going straight to my desktop. I want you to look right at me while you take his fat cock in your slutty pussy.” H
e licked his lips hungrily. Eleanor nodded in agreement. She had been afraid he was going to ask her to suck him off, but getting to keep her job and having permission to fuck Oliver every day at work was much more appealing. “Do you think you can do that for me?” Mr. Fairfield asked. Eleanor nodded.
“Yes, sir.” Mr. Fairfield smiled at her.
“Good. And one more thing, you aren’t to tell Oliver about our little agreement. You aren’t to tell anyone about it, do you understand?” Eleanor nodded.
“Yes, sir.” Mr. Fairfield nodded.
“If you do a good job and keep me happy, I’ll give you a raise.” He said.
“Yes, sir.” Mr. Fairfield paused for a moment.
“And if you swallow, I’ll give you a weekly bonus.” Eleanor nodded.
“Is there anything else?” She asked. Mr. Fairfield paused as his eyes moved down to Eleanor’s big tits.
“Show me your tits.” He said. Eleanor frowned. “I’ll add fifty bucks to your paycheck if you show me your tits.” Eleanor couldn’t pass up the money. Reaching down she lifted her shirt and once it was up under her chin, she tugged down her bra. “Mmm.” Mr. Fairfield stared at her huge naked tits and groaned hungrily. Eleanor let him look for thirty seconds before she pulled up her bra and pulled down her shirt.
“Is there anything else?” She said.
“I suppose a blow job is out of the question?” He said as he reached down and grabbed his cock through his pants. Eleanor nodded.
“It’s take a lot more than fifty bucks for that.” She said. Mr. Fairfield squeezed his cock hard and groaned again as he contemplated how much he could afford.
“I’ll give you two hundred bucks.” Eleanor contemplated just what she could do with an extra two hundred bucks and seconds later she leaned down, her head in his lap.
Seeded By The Alien Tentacle King
A Sci Fi Alien Romance
Chapter 1
Trees flashed by on either side of the gravel road that wound through the forested area. Amanda Stenson couldn’t remember how many hours had passed since she’d turned off the main highway. After days spent eating up miles of road and nights passed in little run down motels, Amanda was ready to arrive at her destination.
The rugged setting of northern Colorado seemed like another universe to a California kid like Amanda. The terrain was so different. Densely forested areas and pristine lakes seemed to arise from nowhere. Huge rock faces bordered either side of the road in spots. In the distance, mountains stood like ancient sentinels keeping watch over the land below.
After pulling over for gas at some decrepit little station, Amanda checked her directions for the hundredth time. She was a couple hours away from her destination. She couldn’t hold back her smile as she pulled back onto the road. This was the first thing she’d done in three years that felt close to being right.
Attending University right out of high school, renting a little apartment, working full time… it was all the things normal people did and after a rocky childhood she craved normal. She was on the fast track to getting her psych degree and then she would jump right into her Masters. It was everything Amanda always thought she wanted yet it all felt so hollow.
She was burned out. Exhausted. Studying, school and work all left her drained. She felt like she had no energy for anything and zero drive to continue on with something she had once enjoyed. That, coupled with the end of a two and a half year relationship spurred the need for a break. It was time for a change.
Amanda finished out her third year at university and quit her job. She’d come across an ad on a classifieds site months ago while searching for a summer job that was more bearable than her current waitressing one. She’d been unable to forget the glorious photos of a quaint cabin and a pristine lake.
The rustic wilderness setting was a place that was sure to provide the inspiration she needed to get her life back on track. Hopefully the peace and solitude would help her sort out her tangled thoughts and fried emotions.
At the end of June Amanda gave her notice at both her job and her apartment building. She moved out, locking what furniture she couldn’t sell into a storage unit for the summer. She was happy to quit her part time job waitressing tables. It was something that she never liked but she would miss the extra money tips provided.
Packing up her little hatchback 90’s Honda, Amanda hit the road. It wasn’t just her destination that she wanted to reach. She was hoping the hours spent in the car would provide some kind of enlightenment She wasn’t afraid to be alone with her thoughts.
So far nothing had cropped up but thoughts of boredom. Amanda just hoped that her cabin at the end of the road would be better. She had never done anything like this before. She’d never even been on a camping trip. She wasn’t sure what the hell had inspired her to answer that ad. Like it or not, the cabin was hers for the summer, paid upfront already.
There was no turning back. Whatever waited for her at the end of the highway, inspiration or not, it was sure to be an escape from a past she had long wanted to forget.
Chapter 2
The last hint of daylight was rapidly disappearing. Nightfall was setting in by the time Amanda turned down the rutted, dirt driveway, into the clearing where the cabin sat. The sky that had blazed a brilliant purple, red, and orange was fading to the dull grey blue dusk of night.
Climbing out of her car, Amanda stretched her cramped muscles. She gazed around and took a deep breath of the clean, fresh air. She could smell the lake before she spotted it, situated just behind the cabin. Overhead it sounded like an owl hooting but Amanda couldn’t be sure. One of the drawbacks of living in a huge city was that she was painfully out of touch with nature.
Reaching into the backseat of the car, Amanda grabbed her overstuffed duffel. She threw it over her shoulder. It weighed a ton and the strap cut in painfully. She reached in further, snatching up her sleeping bag, complete with a rolled up pillow. It was all she had brought.
Turning, Amanda locked her car then felt a little silly. This wasn’t the city but old habits died hard. She headed towards the cabin, mounting the three creaky steps to a tiny porch comprised of grey weathered wood. It was ancient and the boards creaked under her feet. She pushed open the front door. The knob turned easily. As promised the cabin was left unlocked for her.
Her skin prickled and hair rose on the back of her neck and arms. She hoped that no one else was in there. Amanda had lived alone since she was eighteen. She had moved out of the house and left her alcoholic mother to her own fate. Despite that, she was afraid now. This was much different than an apartment in the middle of the city. She was so alone, so isolated out here. Miles away from help. Miles away from another soul.
Amanda flicked on the first light switch she found. The living room she’d walked into was illuminated in the orange glow of a bare bulb jutting from the ceiling of the small room. Amanda walked quickly into the kitchen area, flicking on the light. There were only two other rooms; a tiny bathroom and an average sized bedroom. They were both empty. Satisfied that she was truly alone, Amanda went to the front door and bolted it shut.
She’d seen a note on the kitchen table and she went back into the small area. There was a fridge and stove that looked like they’d come straight from the seventies. Their yellow colour matched the dated brown kitchen cupboards. A beat up table with two chairs stood off to the left. That was pretty much it as far as furniture went. There wasn’t even a microwave.
Snatching the note off the table, Amanda read the owner’s well wishes for a great summer. There was an envelope with keys to the cabin. The fridge was humming so at least Amanda knew that worked. She would have to go for groceries in the morning.
The kitchen had a small window that overlooked the back yard area. Amanda went to it and peered out. She couldn’t smother a grin. This was everything the ad had promised. The beautiful, crystal lake bordered the huge, sprawling green lawn that made up the back yard. There was a little dock that extended into the pris
tine water, a tiny boat anchored to it. Down by the water was a small structure, a little shed that probably had cans of gas and what not for the boat. She’d been promised a little fishing boat in the ad. While she wasn’t sure she would use it, she liked that the owners included it. She would have to get a fishing license in town when she went for groceries. She knew from the map she’d studied countless times that the nearest small town was about half an hour away.
Though she was starving, Amanda went to the bedroom and laid out her sleeping bag and pillow across the double sized mattress. The headboard was ancient and battered but was real wood. It had a character all its own, like the rest of the tiny cabin.
Amanda found a granola bar in her backpack and ate it quickly. She was still starving but knew that was about as good as it got for the time being.
Her head hit the pillow a few minutes later and she lay, dreaming and planning her summer of freedom. For the first time in years, she had no agenda, nothing to do. No job to be at, no classes to have to rush to. No exams, no studying, no worrying. She hoped this was what freedom felt like.
After a rough child hood, hours and hours spent studying in high school to get a scholarship, working hard jobs, moving out on her own and then attending university, Amanda was well seasoned to being on her own and looking after herself.
Unbidden, thoughts of Joe flooded her mind. God, he was handsome. He was well into his third years of university when she’d met him. She wasn’t sure what he saw in her. He could have had his pick of any woman, although as a blond with gentle curves, blue eyes, high cheekbones and large breasts, she’d learned she was definitely his type.
He was a jock, a build that most women died to touch, a personality who could charm even the hardest of hearts. Which hers had been. She’d managed to hold out against him for a couple months then she’d given in. His charming smile and bad boy aura was hers for almost three years. It was shocking that a man like Joe could have settled for even that amount of time.
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