All this time you just wanted a job (Sara's employee ending)

"Aw," you say, feeling flattered, "Sara, what a sweet thing to ask. But I'm afraid to confess I'm neither. I really just like you as a friend and I wanted a fun job for the summer."

"Oh," she looks crestfallen, "I thought...I mean at the party you were..."

"Got to butter up the boss," you say and give her a smile and a wink.

She laughs and blushes, but you can still sense her disappointment.

"Joy, it's my fault. I didn't understand what you were after."

"Does that mean I get to keep working for you?" you ask hopefully.

"If you keep doing your job this well, absolutely," she says.

Your relationship with Sara Cleft changes in the coming days. She doesn't become cold exactly, but it's clear there is no more intent for romance. She treats you like a kind boss with often very demanding chores. You clean the basement, fold her laundry, and clean her pool. You do the pool cleaning wearing the tiniest bikini and waiting for her to come out and skinny dip or come out and at least watch, but she doesn't.

After about a week of this you hear some sounds coming from Sara's bedroom and you are determined to have some fun with the older woman. You hear some moaning through the door. Assuming she is masturbating you slowly open the door and peak in. You're shocked to see Sara, splayed out on the bed with her knees over the shoulders of another woman. It's the dyke from the coffee shop. She pale and pettite with boyish hips and small breasts. She's got a buzzut with a pink streak in it and her lips are pierced. She's bent down, bare assed, and licking and fingering away at Sara's pussy.

You start to close the door when you hear, "Come in here, Joy."

You enter the room and the woman looks up, her face glistening with Sara's juices. She smiles at you and you see she still has three fingers up the curvaceous older woman's snatch.

"This is Roxy," says Sara. "You remember her from the coffee bar."

"Hi, Roxy," you say.

"If you don't mind, could you tidy up my closet," Sara says. "It's a frightful mess."

Roxy laughs and begins sliding her fingers in and out of Sara's pussy. Sara moans and they kiss as you begin to tidy up the closet. It goes on like this for several minutes. The wet sound of fingers and tongues, soft sighs and slapping flesh, and the distinctive musky smell of two naked woman getting really nasty.

You finish organizing Mr. Cleft's ties and look back to see Sara riding the face of her little lezbo friend. While she's grinding her big ass down on the girl's face she's rubbing furiously at the girl's bare pussy lips and clit. Sara Cleft looks you in the eye and you know she's trying to make you jealous, but all you feel is turned on. You put the last of her shoes in their cubby holes in the shelf and you walk over to the side of the bed.

"Did you need anything else, Mrs. Cleft?" you ask.

You're wearing a pre-faded t-shirt for Corvette, designed to look like the sleeves were torn off and the collar was cut out with a pair of scissors. The white fabric and faded corvette logo are stretched over your big tits. The shirt doesn't quite cover your flat stomach. You're wearing a pair of pink athletic short-shorts with a white stripe down the hips. No panties, so the fabric at the tight crotch has snuggled right into your crease. You pose, showing off your assets, offering yourself to Sara Cleft.

She looks like she's considering the offer, drinking in the familiar curves of your teenage body. You watch her big, beautiful tits sway as she continues to grind her cunt down on Roxy's smothered smile.

"No thank you, Joy," she says with a smiles. "I think I'll be busy in here for a while. If you'll close the door on your way out."

You leave her and shut the door behind you. A few hours later you get your chance for a little payback. Your mom is out shopping and you see Mr. Cleft pull up in his driveway. You hurry outside, still wearing your fuck me outfit.

"Hey Mr. Cleft," you shout to him as he gets out of his car. "Do you think you could help me out with our washing machine? It seems like it's leaking."

"Oh, sure, Joy," he says. "Let me see if it's dinner time real quick and I'll get me tools."

"I've got tools," you blurt. "It'll only take a minute."

You turn and pose so your shapely ass is presented. Mr. Cleft follows you into the house and down into the basement laundry room.

"What seems to be the problem?" he asks looking at the washer and dryer.

You shout the laundry room door and look at him like a panther looking at a piece of meat.

"My mom will be home from the store soon," you say. "So you'd better take your pants off right now."

"What?"

That's the last question he asks as you practically leap into his arms, tongue-kissing him until he embraces you. You pull away, and show him your body in a fast-forward striptease that ends with your bare ass pressed against the front of his pants. You can feel the bulge. You turn and unzip him and pop his cock into your mouth, bobbing on it until you can taste the salty flavor of his precum. The sucking is fast and intense. It fills the laundry room with the sounds of slurping.

"Oh shit, I'm going to cum," he warns.

You immediately pop his cock from your lips, trailing saliva. You give it a couple strokes and a long lick and then stand and bend over the washer.

"I want that dick in me," you tell him.

He obliges you, grabbing your hips just above your firm ass and splitting your dripping lips on his fat cock. He groans as his balls press against your clit, stays there for a moment, and then starts hammering you hard and fast. It's one of the shortest fucks you've ever had. Maybe 30 seconds and he grunts and slams as deep as he can, his throbbing prick blasting a heavy load deep into your cunt.

He stays inside you for a few seconds and then pulls out, his warm spunk dribbling out of your pussy and dripping on the floor of the laundry room. You turn and drop down and suck, blowing him with every ounce of skill and enthusiasm, swallowing the dregs of his load and forcing him through the period of over-sensitivity. You manage to keep him hard, pulling him to the brink of another orgasm.

"What are you doing?" he demands, sweating and panting in the suddenly superheated little laundry room.

"Sit," you tell him and push him back to the little stool your mom uses for the laundry basket.

He sits heavily, pants around his ankles, wet, purple cock sticking straight up. You turn around and reach beneath your thighs, taking hold of his cock and sitting down slowly. The wet fuckpole pushes between your cheeks and against the clenched ring of your asshole. You hear the front door opening as your mom returns home.

"Oh fuck," Mr. Cleft exclaims and tries to stand up, but you push him back down and then sit, spearing your tender ass on his wet cock until you are sitting on his lap. "Ohhhhhhh fuccck."

You look back at him and smile.

"She was buying detergent at the store, so you'd better hurry."

He does, thankfully. He slams up into your ass again and again and you grind down into him, feeling the huge pole of his cock skewering your little butt. You finger your clit rapidly gasping as your fingers and the big dick pounding your ass push you over the line. Your spasming ass is too much for Mr. Cleft. You feel his dick throbbing and pumping hot cum into your ass, squirt after squirt, until he can take no more and holds you motionless on his lap. You clench and send shudders through his dick. When he pulls out some of his cum slides out with his dick.

You stand and grab your shirt, pulling it on as you hear your mom coming down the stairs. Mr. Cleft stands up as well, pulling up his pants and buckling his belt. You're both covered in sweat. The doorknob is turning as you pull up your shorts. They slide over your ass and drooling pussy just as the door opens. Your mom is startled by you and Mr. Cleft in the laundry room.

"Oh goodness, Joy, Tom, what are you two doing in here?" she asks and then wrinkles her nose. "What's that smell?"

"Just, uh, just some fried wires," Mr. Cleft says. "Joy wanted me to have a look at them."

"Oh, well okay, could you put this detergent on the shelf over there? And tell Sara I said hello."

Mr. Cleft and you never hook up again, although he tries a couple times you don't bother with him. You're satisfied seeing Sara when you come over to work at her house and knowing that thanks to you while she was playing suburban lezbo her husband was ramming the teenage neighbor's little butthole. It's hard to feel jealous.