Greta's release

As I open the door on the driver's side, I catch Greta vigorously fingering herself. Her overalls are still undone and her mouth is slightly open. She looks at me in mock surprise. "Let me help you," I volunteer.

Just then, the cop's car passes by. Gonzales honks and waves at us. Greta ignores the cop then stares at my face in annoyance. Taking a face towel from the glove compartment, she says, "Wipe your face! I don't want that cop's juices on me."

"It could have been worse," I say, finally wiping off the last traces of the cop's juices from my neck.

"Worse? When she was not on duty? Maybe you just love eating pussy!" I am caught off-guard when Greta unexpectedly grabs my hair and slams my face into her slippery cunt.

I struggle to breathe as I roughly suck her clit. My cock notices the tension and attempts to escape its confines.

Her thighs clamp my head in place as her hands push me harder against her warm wet clean-shaven hole. My hard-on is now intense.

I endeavor to give Greta's pussy the best French kiss I could muster, and I am rewarded when I hear her scream and feel the simultaneous explosion of her juices on my face. Greta collapses on the seat and grins weakly at me. I unzip my overalls and move on top of her. I thrust my cock unceremoniously into her drenched pussy.

Greta stares at me in pained surprise. "You like it rough, John?"

I ignore her protests as I thrust into her vigorously. Her irritated look soon turns to one of anticipated pleasure as I start to feel her muscles clamping at my rod, sucking me even further inside.

"Harder, John," she screams impatiently, her face contorted in expectation of another orgasm.

I pull out to Greta's disappointed grimace. "You'll like this better," I say roughly, as I push the head of my dripping cock onto her anus.

"Not there," she screams helplessly.

I slowly **** my rod inside her back door, facilitated by her juices that continue to ooze out of her pussy. I am only able to stick in a fourth of my cock. "Relax. Loosen up, so you won't hurt." I say.

"I'll get you for this," she whispers.

I pretend not to notice what Greta says as I feel her sphincter enlarge. I thrust the remaining length of my cock into her ass and start a slow rhythm. I feel more of her fluids leaking out of her pussy. Suddenly, her face shifts to a grin as a couple of spurts hit me on the chest and the face. I erupt into her ass without warning as a euphoric feeling washes over me.

"That was intense," she grins, as my cum leaks out of her ass and mixes with her pussy juice.

I put on my overalls and watch her gingerly wipe the mix of our fluids from both of her holes. "Is it still painful?" I ask with concern.

"I have never felt such pleasure before," she says, before looking intensely at me in the eye. "But what you did was ****. I said 'No' but you still **** it in!"

I become speechless as I realize the implications. I sit quietly, not knowing what to do next.

Greta starts the vehicle than suddenly jolts it forward before suddenly stopping. As I look at her questioningly, she yells at me. "I can't even sit properly because my ass is sore! Here, you drive."

We swap places and I start the vehicle again. I head down the road and drive across an intersection.

"Where are you heading?" Greta glares at me. "Our next delivery is that way," she yells, pointing to the opposite direction.

Without thinking, I step on the brakes suddenly. Immediately, a horn blares from the vehicle behind me. I release the brakes and continue to drive slowly, looking for a U-turn slot.

"How stupid of you!" Greta screams. "Let's head back to the office before we get into an accident!"

I stop trying to find a U-turn slot and proceed carefully back to the office.

Greta finally does what she threatened to do. She makes a lengthy report to Linda regarding my sexual dalliance with a client-- and that I had fucked the client in the ass.

I knew I did something wrong, but she was accusing me of something I did not do. I wanted to call Alina to confirm what really happened, but then, Greta might proceed to accuse me of ****. Linda finally decides to fire me. I feel like cold water was splashed on my face. I exit the building and walk aimlessly down the street.

My phone suddenly rings. Already? Did Linda already report everything to Doe? Maybe this might be someone else. Who else has my number? That bitch of a cop, Gonzales?

I glance at the phone. The number is not in my phone book. Did Gonzales share my number?