Picnic Purchasing

All this happened shortly before the 4th of July. Now that she knew what was going on, Sarah was an eager participant, and fucked me over breakfast while her mom puttered around the kitchen for the next couple days. She still left after that to go hang out with her boyfriend and fuck him and all his family, still not making the connection between the two activities. She also ducked out of the company 4th of July party, with the excuse she didn't want to get in the way of my fucking whoever while there, and not being interested since it would mostly be 'old people' (when I took offense, she said I was an exception, since other old guys didn't fuck like I did, and backed it up by sucking me off while Charlie discussed plans for the day). Charlie also didn't want to come, preferring instead hitting the mall for holiday sales; she had never been big into work functions. That left just Thomas and me to go together, from my original family. Sharon, as a former employee of the agency, remembered the picnic and wanted to reconnect with some friends from when she worked there (it was also at the same place I had fucked her in the club manager's office at the Christmas party), and she insisted on coming and bringing Elizabeth, who was eager to go since Thomas would be there, and vice versa. This had me coming from two locations at once; rather than just having one family not notice I was not there, I cloned myself to give Sharon an escort, while leaving myself free to have fun. The real me would take Thomas, while my clone took Sharon and Elizabeth and keep Sharon company; Thomas would of course break off with Elizabeth and probably end up finding a spot to do some heavy making out. I would just make no one notice I was in two places at once.

Things worked out pretty much as planned; the kids went off together and my clone and Sharon mingled, while I was free to do what I wanted. I did consider stepping in for my clone so Sharon and I could try the couch in the managers office we had missed last time, but she seemed to be having fun and I didn't want to interrupt (much; I was reasonably sure my clone would end up fucking her while she mingled). I would of course download the clones memories of events later, so it was the best of both worlds.

The kids all settled around the pool in various groups, white the adults wandered around conversing lightly, mostly office gossip, ragging about clients, and discussions about kids and families. One reason I was not that into these things myself was that, as the boss, nothing interesting was ever said to or about me (at least if people realized I was in earshot), so I just got harmless gossip, which was boring. One of the accountants commented that she and her husband had just bought their son a used car. This was a subject that was of much interest to me, since this (not a brand new luxury like she wanted) was what Charlie and I had in mind to give Sarah some wheels (she had been working hard at the office all summer, in between fucking with me a bit, so we felt she had earned something), so I jumped into the conversation with questions about the type of car, the cost, the boy's reaction to it, his level of responsibility after getting it, and all the rest of the things parents worry about. "I wish I had known about Valley's car before we bought it," the woman signed as I ran out of questions.

"Is Valley selling her car?" I asked. "I'm looking for something for Sarah." Valerie Lee was a diminutive Chinese-American copywriter, known as Valley Girl (because of where she was from; she was the exact opposite of that stereotype) or Valley because of the sound of the diminutive form of her name. If she was selling her car, I might be interested. Valley was precise to the point of obsession, so if she owned a car it would have had every maintenance check and oil change on the exact moment it was due and be spotlessly maintained. There would probably be a maintenance log in the glove compartment filled out in detail. Knowing Valley the car was something 'sensible', not a sports car or convertible, probably at least a hybrid (electric was still not so great in this area; not enough charging stations), which would make a great first car for a teen going to college.

"She may have already sold it," somebody put in. "Is Valley around? We may have a buyer for her car," they cried, waving. Valley was around, and in a few moments she was there to give me a sales pitch. It was a four year old blue Prius (Hybrid, I called it) with 65k on it and in good shape. The price she was asking was more than reasonable for such a gem, and it sounded like just what I was looking for. "Do you want to see it?" she asked. "I actually drove here in it, so it's out in the lot." I had pretty well made up my mind, but never buy blind what you can buy inspected (infinite money or not), so we excused ourselves from the group and Valley led me out to have a look.

I had never paid much attention to Valley. She was a nice, quiet, dependable worker who never attracted much attention, other than for her pleasant demeanor, and she worked in a completely different part of the company, so I almost never interacted with her at work. Walking behind her gave me a chance to look her over. Barely five feet and probably less than a hundred pounds, she looked much less than her mid-twenties age and, though cute, was unlikely to ever turn male heads with her slight body, gentle curves, and waif figure. But in a bathing suit, even the modest one-piece she had on now, it was hard not to notice that she was nicely built, with everything in nice proportion on her tiny frame. Her firm, well rounded ass was like a guiding light to me, and her gait naturally had it swaying back and forth as if to lure me in as she walked.

"I'm not trying to do a sales pitch or anything on you, but it really is a good car," she said, smiling back at me disarmingly. "I wouldn't be selling it, but I just decided I wanted something a little bigger." Like all our employees, Valley had just received a nice mid-year bonus, and was doing well from our profit-sharing plan thanks to my helping the agency along. The car looked just as she had described, the body spotless, as was the interior. Valley had brought the keys and opened the car to show me the interior, leaning into the car to clear some papers off the seat to show it to me. She asked if I wanted to take it for a ride. Her ass stuck right up to me, firm and inviting, as she leaned over, and I couldn't resist coping a feel. "I would very much like to take you for a ride," I replied.

"Mr. Mallory!" she hollered as she turned on me in shock. I reached out and pulled at the straps of her swimsuit, pulling the top down to expose two small but firm breasts. "Mr. Mallory... Tom... you can't do this," she protested weakly, as she vainly tried to use her arms to conceal herself, it never occurring to her to stop me or to pull the suit back up. "Are you aware of how pretty you are?" I replied, gently pulling her arms away so I could get a nice look at her tiny breasts. A flicker of pleasure showed at the compliment, even through her consternation.

I took away her objection (just that I was her boss, not that she didn't want to, since as with everyone at her office I had long ago removed 'sex with Tom, whom I may barely know, is wrong' as a concept), and her arms wrapped themselves around my neck. She used them to raise herself up on tiptoes to kiss me, as the height difference required that. "Let's go somewhere, someone might see us here," she breathed in my ear, still self conscious, not knowing that no one here would mind if I took her in the pool, in full view of everyone. She quickly pulled her top back up, kicking the car door closed behind her, and took my hand. I knew just the place, and in a few moments Valley and I were in the club manager's office, our clothes were on the floor, and Valley was lying on the manager's desk, exactly as Sharon had been 6 months previous, with her legs spread wide, eagerly waiting for my cock to slip into her cunt. Instead, I knelt before the desk and slid my tongue from bottom to top and then top to bottom of her slit, before focusing in on her little clit. Her hips were rocking back and forth as I worked on her, adding fingers to the action.

"Oh that's good. Please lick it for me," she said, and I did. "I love to be licked. Oh stick them in," she added as I probed her lightly with my fingers. Her hands came down on my head to guide me, and my tongue and her hips moved in a steady rhythm as she built toward her climax, my finger sawing in and out of her in synch with my licking, as she kept up her soft chatter. I kept licking until I knew she was close, then I lightly bit her clit and she went over the top. I kept licking softly until she began to come down. "Should I return the favor?" she asked, when she had recovered, lightly fondling me through swim trunks. "I'd like that, but I think I'd cum in about two seconds in your mouth and I'd rather be in that sweet little pussy of yours," I replied, stroking the same.

"Be my guest," she replied, smiling and spreading her legs wide, putting out her hands to guide my cock in. I slid easily into Valley's very wet vagina, and I leaned over to play with her small, perfectly round tits, barely bumps but still great in my hands, while we started fucking. I pulled on the nipples, which stuck out proudly from her gentle mounds, stretching them as far as they'd go, rubbing them between my fingers. "I love the way you play with my breasts," she said. "They're so sensitive, and you make me feel so good." Her hips were pushing back at mine harder and harder with each cycle, so she didn't mind the fucking either; her heels were dug into my ass, trying to spur me on. "That's good, that's what I want," she said. "But what I really want is you on top of me." I was about to climb up on the desk, when I remember the big leather couch. Valley was so small, I was easily able to scoop her up and carry her over to it without stopping our fucking. She yelped with each step as my cock, fully inside her, pushed in even harder. I laid her down on the couch, with me on top, and picked up the rhythm right where we'd left off. "That was fun. Maybe next time you can fuck me standing up," she put in, grinning up at me.

I was fucking her from above, pressing down on her body, just as she had asked. The new position allowed us to put a lot more into it and Valley's legs were around my waist again, her heels on my ass, and she was pulling me into her pussy, urging me to go faster and harder with her body as she also urged me on with her voice. "I'm almost there. Please get me there." Her voice was soft, expressing a deep need. "Please, just a little more, just a little more," she kept saying, panting. I pushed harder and sped up, and she came, not with an explosion like some of my lovers, just a moment of tension, then total relaxation, her head lolling back and her eyes closing with a look of total bliss on her face. I stroked a couple more times, and then shot into her, which drew a second round of tensing and relaxation. We lay together for a while, my weight on her, before I rose up and kissed her softly, then slowly pulled my cock out, her tight little slit making it very hard to escape.

"Tom, I said something about next time..." she said as she pulled on her suit. "That was just a spur of the moment thing. I'm not expecting anything. I know you're married (twice). I'm not sure what came over me," she smiled. "But I wouldn't mind if you do want more. That was the first time I've ever come with a guy."'

"You usually prefer girls?" I asked. She nodded. "I make occasional exceptions," she said, eyeing me up. "If all my times with guys were like that, I'd make a lot more of them," she added, kissing me. She hugged me and I loved the feel of her small, hard body against me, and the way she wrapped so easily into my arms. I scooped her up again, holding her in mid air for another kiss. "I'll take the car," I added as I put her down. "We can work out the details on Monday." We straightened out, assuring we both didn't look like we had just been fucking (I helped with that; we were as fresh and neat as if we had both just showered). "Sure, but I want cash. No paying in fucks,"" she teased, sticking a tongue out at me. "You aren't that good." I laughed. Then we returned to the party.

Based on "My Reward" by Azil