let Greta wait

"Just a minute," Alina yells, signaling me to head to the bathroom.

I slip my cock out of her slit and instantly head for the bathroom. Alina puts on her bathrobe and goes to the door to answer it. I leave the bathroom door ajar, so I could eavesdrop on whatever would transpire.

"Yes," Alina says, trying to sound relaxed despite slightly panting.

"My partner, John, is he here?"

"You mean that delivery guy?"

"Yes." I hear the voice of Greta sounding impatient.

"He's already left," insists Alina, as she slowly closes the door.

"Thanks." I hear Greta's yell after the door had been locked.

I exit the bathroom, my cock slightly deflated. Alina glances at me and pushes off her bathrobe. "I need to get you hard again," she says, kneeling in front of me. She licks the tip of my cock, then engulfs my manhood with her moist mouth. The sight of Alina cleaning my cock of her juices immediately brings my rod to attention. Sensing my hardness, Alina lets go of my rod and positions herself back on the center table.

I position myself behind her and guide my cock completely into her still moist hole. I pull out halfway then start pumping into her.

"I want it as hard as you can!" she emphasizes.

I grasp her waist and ram my rod into her, causing her to moan lightly. My grip on her waist slips a little so I move my hands back to her shoulders. I ram into her again and again until she falls into sync with my rhythm, further increasing the **** of my thrust. My mind again drifts back moments ago to where I was-- on the floor begging for my job. The thought of what she could have done brings my thrusting to a frenzied pace.

I hear her scream as a flood of her juices bursts out again. I continue my pumping but the sensation is too much for me to handle. I release my load into her before she sprawls on the table, the mixture of our cum dripping out of her pussy, and onto a small pool that had formed on the semi-absorbent fabric of the table cloth.

She grins weakly at me. "Thanks for the delivery!"

I nod and get into my overalls before heading for the door. I wave at her and exit, as I close the door behind. I rush downstairs and see Greta waiting inside the vehicle. When she sees me, she starts the truck. I jog towards it.

When I am just a few meters close, she moves the truck forward, by about twenty meters, before stopping. I dash towards it, waving at her. She seems to be enjoying herself as she grins at me. As I near the truck, she moves it forward again by another twenty meters. Realizing where this might lead, I walk slowly towards the truck. She waits until I am just a step before the side door, then she moves the truck forward again for about five meters.

I am finally getting irritated. I don't walk towards the truck at all. She finally backs it up before shouting, "I didn't know you still had enough energy to chase the truck after you fucked our first client today!"

I try to look at her in surprise.

"You can't fool me," she adds. "I know you were fucking her. I saw your overalls on the floor when she said you had left.... Okay, get in!"

I sit solemnly on the passenger's seat, not really wanting to say anything. She moves the vehicle forward.

"So, I'm not your type? You refused my blowjob yet you fuck our client? You should have said so," she says in a hurt tone. "I'm phoning Linda and telling her all about this. It's up to her whether she fires you or not."

"No, it's not what you think. Please don't tell her." I plead. "I don't want to lose my job. I'll do anything you want."

"You'll what?" she says in a surprised voice.

"I'll do anything you want," I repeat.

"Really? For starters, unzip your overalls on this side and stick your cock out."

I comply and watch her grin.

Spotting a lay-by, she pulls over and stops the vehicle, without shutting down the engine. "Now, I just want confirmation whether I'm your type or not," she says as she unzips the upper part of her overalls and faces me. Her size C nipples spill towards me, sending my cock to its rigid state. "So, you like me after all," Greta says with a happy sparkle in her eyes. "I still feel a bit hurt because you lied to me. You're supposed to be honest with you partner, right?"

I nod, my eyes unable to look away from her boobs.

"See, you're even staring at them. It just makes me feel better, but what will really make me in the mood is... if you'll step out of the truck, and from this door on my side... give my pussy some needed attention from your mouth."

I step out of the truck, and open the door from her side. Greta has completely unzipped her overalls and is untying her lace Brazilian bikini. In a few seconds, I am face-to-face with a clean-shaven cunt that is already glistening with her juices. I lap at her slit and savour the taste of her fluids. I feel the pressure of her hand on my head, pushing my face further into her slit. My cock reacts to the stimulation and is jutting out of my overalls.

Suddenly, I feel a gloved hand grasp my cock. Then a feminine voice says, "I could cite both of you for indecent public exposure."

I pull out as Greta moves involuntarily to cover her exposure. I glance to my side and look into the stern face of a red-haired cop. Her tag says "Gonzales". She appears to be in her mid thirties. Her tall frame and facial features indicates a mix of Asian and Hispanic ancestry.

"But we could talk about this in my car," she adds, smiling mischievously. "Come with me young man," she says. I follow her behind our truck where her car is parked. I realize it is not a police car and she does not have a partner. Sensing my hesitation, she says. "I just got off duty but I'm still a cop. Your girlfriend really seems to be enjoying what you did to her."

"She's not my girlfriend, officer." I say. "She's my supervisor."

"Oh?" She looks at me in surprise.

"I committed some slip-ups today. They go unreported if I make her happy." I explain.

"That's some interesting arrangement you've got. Maybe I could try that. I'm feeling horny at the moment. With my hubby on one of his long business trips again, I don't get any release." She deftly unbuttons her uniform and unhooks the central clasp of her dark-blue push-up bra, revealing size BB orbs. "Now, turn," she commands.

I comply and feel cold metal handcuffs instantly fastened on my wrists. Being handcuffed from behind, I'm no longer able to support my body weight. She realizes this and slowly guides my mouth onto her left boob. I proceed to give it a good sucking until she starts moaning softly. She moves my mouth to her right boob and before long, she is unbuckling the belt of her trousers.

She then moves my head onto her lace-covered pussy. I realize that her high-rise purple panties are crotchless and my tongue begins exploring for the opening. She assists me by tugging them slightly apart, exposing her maroon-colored clit and the much darker folds of her labia.

I start my tongue-work in earnest, as the smell of her slit engulfs my nostrils. I can sense she is about to burst as her moaning becomes more intense. I suddenly feel her hands pushing me harder against her slit. A wave of her fluids lashes against my face... then another... and another, until I am fully drenched.

She pulls my head away from her dripping pussy and kisses me on the lips. "You've got some skills to be proud of, young man." She reaches into the pocket of my overalls and pulls out my phone. After copying my number into her phone, she says, "I may be needing your services some time soon, so I'll be giving you a call." After unfastening the handcuffs, she winks at me, "I'll be paying you next time."

I proceed back to the truck in a daze. Having myself handcuffed while doing cunnilingus was a new experience for me. We were already running late for our next deliveries but Greta needed to have her release.