Let’s Get Ice Cream Pt. 03
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Let’s get ice cream, Mrs. Jacobs
Everyone is over eighteen
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Dorothy Jacobs, Owner/Franchisee of the ice cream shop usually spent Monday in the store’s back office going over inventory, receiving new product, and generally doing all the normal paper work associated with a business.
Out of habit she would check the automatic video of the shop taken in the past week. She hadn’t had any problems with her two current employees, viewing the video was just something she did.
Scrolling through the previous week, everything looked normal until she got to Saturday afternoon and a virtually naked woman walked in and engaged Melissa in a conversation, then turned and left.
Her next surprise, came in the Sunday portion, at the shift hand-off she was startled to see Melissa kissing Chad before departing.
Now, Dorothy was a woman quite used to demanding, and getting, obedience from her staff. They were generally community college students, living on tight budgets and reluctant to do anything that would cost them a job.
Dorothy was a divorcee in her middle thirties. She’d gotten the shop, house, and car in the divorce five years earlier.
Just five foot four, Dorothy kept herself in fine shape. She’d never be described as petite nor beautiful. Instead she carried a firm body with a tight butt, and medium sized breasts. A brunette with hazel eyes she could carry a range of looks from warm to cold, sexy to angry. Someone seeing her for a first time would describe her as good looking, yet coldly aristocratic.
Right now she sensed an opportunity and sent messages to both Chad and Melissa that they should come to her house immediately.
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While relaxing between fuck sessions the two read the messages, look at each other, and shrug, not knowing what this was about.
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At her home, Dorothy takes them to her office and shows them the portion of the tape where they kiss, and then demands to know what is going on in her shop.
“Actually nothing,” said Melissa, “He said something nice to me, and I gave him a little kiss. That’s all.”
“Well I think something else is going on, and if you don’t do what I say, you’ll both be fired!”
“And what,” asked Chad, “Do you expect us to do?”
“Strip!”
“What?”
“You heard me, show me what you two have been playing with.”
The two looked at each other, then Chad responded: “Yeah, no. If I remember right, and I do, last year I installed that video system. And, I do believe it included sound. So if you listened to it, you would know nothing improper was said.
“Soo,” Piped in Melissa; “We’ll strip, but so will you. And if you want some of his fine cock, well, we can arrange Bostancı Escort Bayan it. But no threats.”
“Otherwise I go public about your threats.” Added Chad.
Scanning between the two, Dorothy knew her bluff had been called, but at the same time the ante had been raised. If she wanted either of them, or both, she would have to play the game their way.
She licked her lips as her eyes dropped to the bulge in Chad’s shorts, and when she looked up into his eyes, she knew she would play their way.
Before she could say, or do, anything, Melissa stepped behind her; “Let me help you …” as she removed Dorothy’s shirt. She placed light kisses on the neck and shoulder before her, eliciting a moan and shiver from Dorothy.
“Watch him.” She heard as hands cupped her breasts through her bra.
Chad stood before her, slowly removing his shirt and kicking off his sandals. His hand dropped to cup his obviously growing cock through his shirt.
“Her tits, show them to me.”
Melissa released the clasp and then pulled the cups away.
Dorothy offered no resistance, her arms hanging to her side, her eyes locked on Chad’s face. As from a distance, she felt the hands on her breasts, It was only when fingers pinched nipples that she focused back on them. And shivered.
Chad and Melissa traded places, he stood behind the compliant Dorothy, his hands running across her belly.
Melissa swayed to music only she could hear in front of Dorothy, her hands caressing the sides of her breasts, squeezing them as an offering.
As Melissa removed her shirt, Chad’s fingers slipped into Dorothy’s pants and down to the beginning of a well trimmed bush. His fingers sought lower, brushing over her excited clit, and down into her juicy quim.
“Oh God,” she murmured, as a small orgasm shook her.
Simultaneously Melissa dropped her shorts and Chad pushed Dorthy’s pants down.
Dorothy licked her lips at the sight of Melissa’s bare gash, already gaping open in anticipation. A drop of fluid beading on one lip.
Melissa took in the slit before her, Chad’s fingers already exploring well within. And then she stepped forward until her nipples brushed Dorothy’s skin. She leaned forward, the hunger in her eyes reflecting that in Dorothy’s.
She kissed – lightly. Lips to lips.
Dorothy leaned forward, wanting more, but held in place by Chad and his exploring fingers. She moaned in frustration, until Melissa stepped fully against her and kissed her again. Fully this time, tongue exploring tongue, lips pressed to lips .
Dorothy’s hands rose, pulling Melissa’s face to her.
In her own way trying to re-establish her dominance.
Melissa Escort Bostancı would have none of it. She pushed the hands back down. “No. You are ours.”
She turned Dorothy around. “Kneel, remove his shorts.”
With shaking hands Dorothy obeyed. As Chad stood before her, his shorts tenting, she ran hands up his legs, marveling at the firmness. They slid over his firm cock, squeezing the material tightly. And then she grasped the waist band.
She took a breath, and drew them down. And when his cock sprang free she gasped. “Beautiful.”
Melissa said; “You may kiss it. But just the tip. I will decide when you get more. Do you understand?”
“But …”
“No. You agree or we go. Do you want to pass on that beautiful piece of man meat?”
“No. I agree. Anything. Just let me …”
“Very well, you may kiss his cock, and because you are so obedient you may suck it to the rim. No more!”
Melissa smiled to Chad, then silently signaled he should push into Dorothy’s mouth.
Chad mimed a questioning look, but Melissa simply answered with a tap to her head.
At first they allowed Dorothy to follow orders, limiting her to just the corona of Chad’s dick. But when he felt her go a bit farther – not much, maybe half an inch – he pushed until he was half way in.
Dorothy, unaware by this point, kept sucking and loving the cock. Rocking back and forth on her knees she was in her own heaven; she hadn’t been in this position in years – voluntarily subservient.
“STOP!”
In a daze Dorothy looked around.
“Didn’t I tell you just a little? you took half his meat. You will be punished.”
Punished? Dorothy quivered in anticipation.
“To that couch. Bend over the arm. Spread your legs, show me your pussy.” Melissa was clearly in charge.
“Chad, she is to have ten spanks on each cheek. Make them hard, she must learn to obey.
“Oh God”
“Silence or I will double it.”
In silence she endured the twenty strokes, Chad grunting with each one, her ass turning bright red. She sighed when he finished and stepped back, waiting for her next command.
Melissa knelt beside her. “You took that well, so I have a gift for you. Would you like that?”
“Yes … please.”
“Good girl.” Melissa looked over at Chad and his bone hard cock. “She’s ready for you, but first let me get into position.”
She sat on the couch, and then turned to offer her swollen and dripping cunt to Dorothy. She slid until it was directly under Dorothy’s mouth, clamped her legs against Dorothy’s cheeks, and pushed her head down.
Instantly Dorothy began lapping. Again, she was in heaven.
And then Chad slid his cock in.
Maybe Bostancı Escort not the longest, or fattest she had experienced, but the best combination ever.
No longer in any sort of control, Dorothy buried herself in The sweet pussy before her as Chad opened hers as she hadn’t had for years.
Chad’s hands gripped Dorothy’s hips – slamming against her butt cheeks, driving as deep as he could.
He looked along the body connecting him to Melissa, her eyes closed in concentration as she went from orgasm to orgasm.
As her eyes opened, locking onto his, he felt himself lose all control. Powering into the cunt gripping him, he stared into Melissa’s eyes as he came. Surge after surge. Jets shooting deep into Dorothy.
Watching him, Melissa went into a long quivering, shouting orgasm that wrung everything out of her. She slipped off the couch, sprawled on the floor, trying to catch her breath.
In the middle, Dorothy felt the jets of cum deep within her, and that set her into her own series of orgasms. And when Melissa clamped her head between her legs, Dorothy went into another paroxysm of orgasms.
Spent, a sweat soaked Chad dropped to the floor.
Dorothy, lay as they left her, hips draped over the couch arm, her tits pressed into a cushion, her face turned toward the room trying to regain her breath.
After a bit, Dorothy stood and stretched. “That was just lovely. Who wants some water?”
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After everyone had recovered, Dorothy checked her watch. “Well kids,” She said; “This has been fun, but I’m expecting a shipment at the shop in an hour, and I definitely need a shower. Let’s do this again.”
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“Ya know,” Said Chad to Melissa as they drove away; “I like your style. How about we get a coffee or something?”
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Epilogue
I will leave you here, but with this:
Chad and Melissa continued together through the remainder of the school year, then Chad was offered a full baseball scholarship at State. He was drafted in the third round to pro ball, made the Majors, and was a three time All Star. He married a nice young lady (with a few kinks) he met in Omaha. They had three kids (boy, girl, girl), and he bought into his Father-in-law’s appliance store.
Melissa got a four year degree in Business Management, was hired by a local manufacturer, and worked her way to VP of Production. She kept her legs closed at work, but often visited with Mark and Katy. Eventually she met “Mr. Right”; athletic, well hung, and quite willing to join her in Katy and Mark’s bed.
Dorothy Continued with the shop, and every year recruited from the Community College. Always with an eye for possible ‘partners’.
Katy and Mark never did marry. He happily remained a lawyer, taking enough cases to live comfortably, but without over extending himself (after all he did need his beach time). She continuing her career, always looking for, and often finding, more delectable love interests, both female and male – but always shared with Mark.
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