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  I guess she moved some her husband's stuff in here for me while I was still showering, he thought.

  He moved those clothes to the top of the dresser, then laid down on the bed and collapsed. The soft mattress was the last thing he noticed before he dropped off into the best sleep he'd had in a month. He only woke when Callie knocked on the door loudly a while later.

  When he opened the door, he stopped in shock, door half-opened. Callie stood there in only a bra and panties. The light blue and white of her underwear made her skin look even darker.

  “Your other primary duty is going to be doing me,” she said. “Now get over here into my room.”

  He followed her, walking into the half opened door with a thud before pushing it out of the way and quick-stepping his way across the hallway into her room. She swung the door shut, then settled down into the corner of a couch along one wall. She slumped back into the corner and Brian couldn't help but stare.

  She really was carrying a little extra weight, but he knew it wasn't much because it didn't sag or form the rolls that normal fat did. He thought she was just thick, or big-boned, or whatever you wanted to call it. She had the muscles to match her large frame too from what he could see. At the moment all he wanted to do was get his hands on her, feel her soft skin, and see if he was right about all of that.

  “So, you might imagine why I didn't want to discuss this part of the job in public,” she said.

  He nodded, still at a loss for words.

  “I'll expect you to satisfy me, maybe not every day, we might be too tired some days, but whenever I ask you to do it.”

  His head kept nodding and he started to feel like a bobble head.

  “Any problems with this particular duty?” she asked.

  His head kept nodding until he processed that it was the wrong answer now. He stilled his bobbing head and spoke.

  “No, none at all, my pleasure, I guarantee it.”

  Then he went silent, remembering what she'd said about people who talked just to fill the silence.

  “Then what are you waiting for?” she asked. “Strip.”

  Brian removed his clothes as quickly as he could, stopping only when he was down to his boxers.

  She's still wearing underwear so I will too, he thought. Although it's still a little creepy knowing that I'm wearing someone else's boxers, and a dead guy's boxers at that.

  She stared at him, her eyes directly focused on his crotch. He knew that his boxers were tenting and that was what she was seeing. Even with nothing more of her visible than would have been if she were wearing a bikini, just knowing that those were her bra and panties he was seeing, and that she was planning on fucking him, had him hard as a rock.

  “Well?” she said.

  “Well what?” he replied.

  “The rest of it, come on now.”

  “I thought that since you were still wearing your underwear that you'd want me in mine.”

  She grinned at him, a truly lascivious look on her face.

  “So you don't want to unwrap the rest of me? You'd rather I were just nude?” she asked.

  “Oh,” he said.

  Brian quickly pushed the boxers down and stepped out of them. Then he looked back at her.

  “Sorry, didn't quite understand your intent there.”

  “Oh, I know you men like to take us lady's clothes off yourselves when you can, so I figured I'd leave these on for you. Why don't you come on over here and slide my panties down now so you can get to my pussy.”

  A single step had him between her legs where they hung off the couch. He reached up and grasped her panties. When he started to tug, she arched her hips up making the process much easier. Her panties slid off and left him starting at a pink, freshly shaven, pussy. The line of her slit glistened with moisture and a musky scent wafted up to his nose as he stared.

  There were other scents mixed with the musk, but he couldn't identify any of them. He could put a name to the whole combined scent though, it was lust, or maybe sex. His cock throbbed even harder as the scent drove into his brain and hit him in the limbic system.

  He finally tore his eyes away from her pussy and ran them up her body. Her impressive breasts were still caged in their bra, he could see the tension on the straps from their weight. Her eyes were locked on him, staring hungrily. She noticed it when he looked up.

  “Why don't you lick me a bit down there,” she said. “You said you were twenty-one and you're a fairly handsome guy so I'm assuming you aren't a virgin and have a clue as to what you ought to be doing, yes?”

  He nodded again and let his legs fold, dropping him to his knees in front of her. His hands slid up the inside of her thighs meeting at her pussy where he started stroking the edges of her slit. He bent his head forward and just before he reached her pussy he slid one finger on either hand into her slit, pulling her labia apart to leave her slit gaping open. His tongue drove into her, lapping at her juices and running along the base of her slit, down to her hole.

  He drove his tongue into her hole and pushed it in and out of there several times before bringing it back out and running it along her spread labia. Callie gasped lightly.

  “Looks like I was right about that. Seems like you do know what to do, a little bit at least,” she said.

  Brian took offense. He knew he had good cunnilingus skills, he was just playing and trying to warm her up at the moment.

  But with as wet as she is, maybe I don't need to bother. Let's head for the main attraction, he thought.

  He released her labia, running his tongue up her slit one more time. This time he didn't stop at the top though, he kept going the little bit more distance that would take him to her clit. He tickled the tiny exposed portion of it with the tip of his tongue, then moved a hand in to pull back the hood that covered the rest of the sensitive nubbin of clitoris that protruded from her body.

  She gasped again at the gentle touch of his tongue, but when he pulled her hood back, pushed his tongue against her body hard, then ran it over her clit with the same amount of pressure he'd been pushing against her body with, she shuddered.

  He grinned to himself.

  That'll show her. Only know what I'm doing a little bit? Hah!

  He pushed his lips forward, surrounding her clit with them before bringing then closer and closer together. Once he had her clit pinned between his lips he brought his tongue down and started stroking it from side to side.

  His lips closed more tightly and he tugged his head back gently, putting pressure on her clit as he licked it. Callie groaned loudly and her legs spread instinctively to give him more room to work. He could feel the tension building in her body already, her thigh muscles stiffening on either side of his head.

  He sucked a little, drawing her clit out even farther to a quiet gasp from her lips. Then he opened his lips, letting her clit snap back to its normal position. He followed with his head until his tongue was on her clit again and then started licking it furiously, lashing her clit with his tongue. He had a free hand so he slipped that up to her pussy, sliding first one, then a second, finger into her.

  His fingers started fucking her slowly, driving in and sliding out of her wet pussy. She was wet enough that they slid in and out easily. As he licked at her clit he started finger fucking her faster, driving his fingers into her as deeply as he could.

  Pinching her clit between his lips again he tugged at it as he flicked it with his tongue. Combined with the actions of his fingers, it was enough to push her to the edge.

  “Oh yes, I'm going to cum,” she cried out. “Make me cum Brian, make me cum!”

  He pressed his lips against her skin again, making sure he had a good seal with it. Then, with her clit still pinched between his lips, he sucked in, hard. The suction pulled at her clit, drawing it out and stretching it. The strokes of his tongue running over it were now longer, and he slowed his tongue as well so it ran the length of her stretched out clit slowly one way, before turning around and running back down. />
  Callie cried out something else, he couldn't make out what it was, but then her entire body stiffened around him. The next thing he knew his fingers were getting soaked. She was squirting all over the hand that was finger fucking her.

  He grinned triumphantly.

  Hah! I know a lot more than just a little bit about getting a chick off with my mouth and hands. That ought to show her.

  Then he realized what he was thinking and had another thought.

  Wait, did she say that just to see how I'd react and how well I could perform? he wondered. I wouldn't put it past her from the way she was talking earlier on. But does it really matter? I mean, if she wants me to fuck her and I do, do I care if she wanted to get the best out of me and did something to get it? Oh, fuck this logical thought, I just want to get laid at this point.

  He pulled back from her pussy and looked up at her. Callie had a blissful look on her face and her massive tits were heaving from the heavy breaths she was taking. Her eyes flickered open for a moment, then she patted the couch beside her.

  “That,” she said, slowly and breathlessly, “was just what I was after. Come on up here and let me give you a bonus since you did it so quickly and skillfully.”

  Brian was confused, but he did what she said. He sat down on the couch and leaned against the back. Once he was in position, she lifted herself off the back of the couch and drew her legs up beneath her. When she was done moving, she was on all fours with her head hanging right over his cock. But only for a moment, once she was in position she lowered her lead, taking his cock between her plump lips and sliding it into her mouth.

  Brian felt himself relax as she engulfed his cock with her mouth. It was warm, wet, and her tongue was very nimble if what he was feeling was any indication. She was stroking his shaft up and down with her tongue, pausing to run the tip of it under the edge of the rim of his cock head in that spot that hardly ever got any attention.

  She drew back until his cock was barely in her mouth and the tip of her tongue ran through the slit on the top of his cock, pushing in gently, then running back and forth along the slit. He shuddered in response. He'd gotten oral before, but she'd already done several things that none of his partners had ever done to him.

  Damn, she's good, he thought before waves of pleasure made it hard to think clearly.

  He was taken by surprise when her tongue withdrew and she drove her mouth down on him, taking nearly all his cock into her mouth in a single move. She made a quiet choking sound before adjusting her position and driving his cock even farther into her. He felt the head of his cock nestle into a tight box of warm flesh.

  Holy shit! Is she deep throating me? he thought.

  She pushed even farther, trying to get the last little bit of cock into her, but didn't manage it before she had to come up for air. Once she'd taken a deep breath she drove herself down again. This time his cock head didn't stop and nestle in that top section of her throat, he felt it slide deeper into her throat, the membranes surrounding it constricting his flesh, squeezing like a soft, wet, warm vise.

  His shuddering increased and he couldn't help himself, he blurted out:

  “Fuck! That's amazing.”

  She pulled back and his cock slid out of her throat, then out of her mouth.

  “Glad you like it,” she said. “Been a while, only ever did that for my husband before. But I decided that I need to keep you around. They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, but there's lots of good cooks out there. Not nearly as many of us who can do this.”

  She drove her mouth down on him again and once more he was treated to the feel of his cock head buried in the tightness that was her throat. She kept him there for as long as she could. He was watching her face, loving the sight of his cock buried in her mouth, so he knew that her face grew red before she pulled back off of him partway to breathe.

  “If you keep that up, it won't be long before I cum,” he said while she was taking a breath.

  She replied with something, he couldn't make out the words since his cock was still buried in her mouth, but the vibrations of her speaking around his cock had him shivering with pleasure. When she drove herself back down to take him into her throat again, he decided that she must've said something like “good” and stopped trying to resist anything. He let the sensations racing into his body from his cock take over.

  She'd done the same trick over and over several more times before he knew that he was almost there.

  “Gonna cum pretty soon,” he said to warn her.

  She kept him in his throat until her face was turning red again, then pulled up. She drew a breath, then started bobbing her head up and down on his shaft, giving him a more traditional blow job. Her lips were pressed tightly against his shaft and the tiny bit of friction that generated pushed him even further towards his orgasm.

  Her lips were slick with something, maybe her own saliva, so they didn't prevent her from speeding up. Callie's head was driving up and down at a rapid rate when Brian felt his cock swell.

  “Now,” he cried out, feeling his entire body tense and lock up for a moment.

  She stopped mid-bob, leaving her lips pressed against the middle of his shaft. Then she tightened her lips down and used his own trick on him, sucking in with a vengeance. With his cock swelling, and the vacuum she was creating tugging on his cock, he was lost. His swollen cock started spurting jet after jet of hot cum into her mouth.

  He hadn't had any sex in a while and after he'd been stranded he'd only been masturbating once or twice a week for fear that he'd be heard through the thing walls of his tent. So he had a huge load of cum to dispose of and Callie took it all, swallowing over and over as his cock kept twitching and spurting.

  Even after he thought he was done, she kept sucking on him. It was like she was trying to get every last drop of cum out of him before she was willing to stop. When she finally did, his cock went limp almost instantly. She looked down at it and brought up a single finger which she traced along his flaccid length.

  “You're young, how long before you can get hard again?” she asked.

  He blinked, caught in the afterglow.

  “A few minutes, fifteen maybe. Although I imagine you know some tricks that might help that along.”

  “Just so long as it isn't too long. I hadn't really planned on blowing you until you came in my mouth, but after the orgasm you gave me with your own hands and mouth I really felt that I owed it to you.”

  “It won't be very long at all. Just the thought of discovering any other tricks you might have up your sleeve is enough to get my cock stirring.”

  She ran a hand along her bare arm.

  “Nothing up my sleeve, but...”

  Her hand dropped to her crotch and she ran a finger along her slit, then paused to play with her clit for a few seconds, giving a satisfied sigh when she finally removed it.

  “But I won't promise that I don't have any tricks hidden somewhere else,” she finished.

  Brian was caught, still staring at her pussy. Finally he dragged his eyes up her body.

  “I know what could make that faster,” he said.

  She cocked her head.

  “Really? Do tell.”

  He reached around her back and took hold of her bra clasp. It took him a couple of seconds to unclasp it, he hadn't been expecting the amount of tension there was on it. But then he had it undone and moved his hands to her bra straps, pushing them down off of her shoulders. Her massive tits spilled out, hanging down on her torso. The large, thick nipples that topped them were dark pink and rigid. It was obvious that she was still excited.

  “These,” he said, reaching out and cupping his hands to the bottom of her breasts.

  They spilled over in every direction and he briefly considered the idea of 'too much of a good thing' before deciding that it just didn't apply here. Brian bent his head towards one of the hard nipples that had caught his attention. His tongue flicked across the top of it and Callie's face grew a
wide grin. It grew wider still when he parted his lips and closed them around her nipple. He sucked on it while stroking it with his tongue.

  Her hand came to the back of his head, pulling him firmly against her ample breast. He took it as encouragement and started to suck harder. He felt her nipple react when he did so, it got harder and longer, giving him more rigid flesh to run his tongue along.

  “Mmph,” she moaned, “that's nice. Very nice.”

  Brian had to agree. The feel of her long hard nipple in his mouth was great. His lips were clamped around its base and it was hard enough that he could close his lips against it firmly before it had any give to it at all. His tongue was tickled by the texture of her nipple. It was thick, rubbery, and slightly rough under his tongue. He'd expected it to be smooth, so was fascinated by its texture, his tongue lingering over this spot and that as he licked and sucked on it.

  His other hand had been exploring the fullness of her other breast, but was now inexorably drawn towards her nipple and areola. As his fingertips ran over her areola he noticed it was thick, nearly as hard as her nipple, and ridged. His finger continue to her nipple but he opened his mouth, pushing harder against her breast with his lips to trap part of her areola in his mouth along with her nipple. Once he'd managed that, his tongue dropped down to it, dipping in and out of the ridges as he licked its rubbery, but hard, flesh.

  Her other nipple swelled and hardened as he pinched it gently. His fingers slowly squeezed tighter before tugging on the nipple, stretching it away from her breast. Callie's breath caught with a sharp gasp and he heard her swallow.

  “Oh my, oh yes, oooh...” she moaned.

  Looks like she likes nipple play, he thought. That's a good thing since with nipples like hers I wouldn't be able to resist playing with them anyhow.

  He still had a free hand, one that had been awkwardly stroking the underside of the breast he was sucking on. He let that hand slide down her body, discovering that he'd been right. She was carrying a little extra fat, but not very much and beneath it was a layer of hard muscle. As his hand slid across her stomach he'd pressed against it and discovered that.