Dustin’s final project


It was close to 4:30AM when Dustin approached the front door at his part-time retail job.  He volunteered for this shift both because he needed the hours, but also because after looking ahead at the manager’s schedule posted in the office, Clara would be working.  She’d been his fantasy since he accepted a transfer to this building six months ago.  It was damn-near impossible not to fantasize about her – she took advantage of a business casual dress code to find outfits that made her body gawkable.  She was a petite gal, but a tall one.  To comply with dress code, she made sure that most of her outfits were appropriate, but she was no dummy and enjoyed the attention; her 38C frame left little to the imagination, even if she was fully covered.  Her blonde hair was long enough to be draped over cleavage, but whenever Dustin saw her, it was always up.

As he reached the door, he pressed the doorbell located off to the side of each entrance door.  While the seasons were transitioning into fall, it wasn’t quite brisk, but it was enough to warrant a jacket.

After five minutes of not seeing anyone come to the door, he pressed the doorbell again.  He unearthed his phone from his pocket to check the time.  His attention deviated when he heard the sound of the entrance door being pushed open.  There stood Clara wearing a company-issued associate shirt; he greeted her as he walked through the door.  As he entered the door, he noticed how much warmer it was in the store compared to the outside as he headed toward the break room.  As he started to head for the break room, Clara interrupted his train of thought by asking him to accompany her to the back office.  They both walked in unison toward the back room as Dustin painted a firm target on her ass as his cock responded.

Clara took her walkie-talkie off her belt and alerted someone that Dustin had shown up.

“Have you briefed him on the project?” replied the voice of a fairly perky female associate named Codi.

Clara responded with a smile, “He literally just walked in – besides, wanted to wait until we got to the office before I filled him in.  It’s going to take him some time to get up to speed.”

“10-4.  Let us know when you’re ready and we’ll head over.”  Her confirmation reply sounded a little to excited for this time of morning.

Dustin was feeling nosy, “What’s this project and why I Codi acting like a little schoolgirl over it?”

Clara snapped her head back in a coy and casual manner, “It’s early, she’s had a bunch of coffee.”  They both chuckled as Codi can be quite the humorous person after at least four or five cups of coffee.

“You’ll be working with a few people.  I’ll explain more once everyone’s here.  It’s just easier to gather everyone together instead of repeating information.” As is normal, Clara also noticed his firm lock on her ass; at no time was she offended.  Unbeknownst to him, his stares always made her smile.  Throughout his time in that facility, there was always some hint of attraction, but neither wanted to risk getting into any trouble.

They proceeded through an employee door to the receiving dock which was heavily disorganized.  Dustin speculated that he might be helping with this.

They reached the back of the dock and entered the room to the back office.

“Take a seat,” she said in a deadpan tone.

Dustin complied while never taking his eyes off her.  She took a small stack of papers off the desk and started reading through them.  As she continued to read them, she looked over at Dustin who was clearly occupied burning a hole in her shirt at center mass.

Her delayed reaction was noticeable and Dustin knew where her mind was.  “While you’re burning a hole in my cleavage, you forgot to punch in,” said Clara with some snark.

Dustin exited the office and headed for the break room.

“Codi, I have him punching in now,” said Clara with some excitement.  “Of course, he was so focused on my cleavage he forgot,” followed by a chuckle.

“How’s he looking?” asked Codi in a flirtatious way.

“It’s Dustin and you’ve worked with him,” replied Clara with a chuckle.

“Yeah…” said Codi like she were a young girl with a crush. “And I enjoy every minute of him.”

Unaware that she hadn’t released the microphone on the walkie-talkie, Clara replied with a smile, “what was that, Codi?”

“Oh, fuck you.  You heard what I said,” she replied with snark.

As the door opened, Clara quickly lowered her radio as Dustin walked in.  She had to put on her supervisor’s hat as she tossed the paperwork aside.

“Alright, Dustin, as I’m sure you saw as you walked through, the dock’s a fuckin’ wreck.”  Clara was never one to mince words and was always a straight shooter.

“Only mildly…” he replied trying not to laugh too hard.

“Well, we brought you in this early to help us clean shit up.  Regina will be coming in for one of her visits and we were fucked hard after the last visit.  Dominic was rip shit as well; we need to avoid pissing him off,” she said with a stern and aggravated tone.

“I knew there had to be a reason Dominic was angry.”  Dustin has always known Dominic to be level-headed until Regina announces a visit.

“It’s fuckin’ stupid.  Dominic’s trying to make a solid impression upon her because he wants her job.  A corporate-only memo ended up in the wrong hands and Regina is being considered for a higher position.”  Some of Clara’s frustration rests in the fact that she has repeatedly asked Dominic to mentor her for his position and he’s so focused on his career, it turned into a ‘fuck everyone else.’

“What’s your thinking?  Will either get their positions?”

Clara beamed at him aggressively, “In a way, I hope so, mostly because I want his job and he’s being a prick about it.”

She took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes.  Even with her associate shirt on, her tits still looked amazing.  She picked up her walkie-talkie and spoke over it, “Codi, get your ass in here.  This project needs to start by 6 and we’re now at 5:15”

Codi responded, “Oh, fuck the project.  Has Dustin been briefed?”

Clara chuckled as Codi’s personality isn’t much different than hers.  “Not on the first part, but yes, he knows why he’s here.”

Codi responded with some urgency, “Alright, you little bitch, I’m on my way.  Calm your tits!”

Clara responded giggling, “Fuck you, and I think they look nice right now.”

Dustin was usually one to reserve his comments because she was his superior, but it was early and it’s not like Clara wasn’t aware of how he felt.

“Codi’s onto something – they do look really hot,” he replied every-so-forward.

Clara giggled as she replied “You only fuckin’ stare at them every time you see me.”

Dragging his chair closer to her, Dustin responded with a smile, “Well, yeah, I mean, it’s hard not to; they are right there.”

The door to the office opened as Codi entered.  Clara reacted and ordered her to kill her walkie-talkie as she could hear radio traffic.  She reached out her hand for it and Codi surrendered it as she closed the door to the office.

Much like Clara, Codi dressed to kill.  This morning’s attire was a light brown dress that looked cable-knit.  After she handed over the walkie-talkie, she quickly observed Dustin’s eyes consuming her.  Her tits were smaller than Clara’s, but still ravishing under her dress.  She wore her hair shorter, but it still complimented her presentation.

After Codi took her seat, she glanced over at Clara who returned a glance toward Dustin.

“Dustin, even though your dock project begins in thirty-five minutes, we wanted to give you this commendation.  Even though it’s only been six months since you came here, your contributions to our team have been priceless.”

Codi also spoke, “I remember you telling me that when you worked for previous employers that your work was rarely recognized; we want to break that streak.”

Codi’s face turned a shade of morose.  “Of course, it doesn’t help that you gave Dominic your two week-notice.”

While Clara was trying to remain professional, she was also chagrined.  Despite being the object of Dustin’s fantasies, she also enjoyed working with him.

Clara chimed in asking where he was heading.

“At twenty-five years old, I decided to join the Navy,” he replied.

Codi couldn’t help but smile as she was picturing Dustin in dress blues.  It was also getting her extremely hot.

Clara reacted with some surprise, “In all the conversations we’ve had, I wouldn’t have guessed.”

Dustin smiled and responded, “I didn’t share it with Dominic.  I only told him that I’d found an accepted an opportunity that will take me out of state.”

Codi’s head collapsed into her hands as she was trying to be discrete about how horny Dustin had made her over that revelation.

Clara presented him with the commendation which resembled a diploma which made a nice parting gift.

Dustin could see what looked like Codi in angst and he asked if she was okay.

“Dustin, if there’s one thing you might not know about me is that military men get me hot inside.  Their physique after they finish their training, their uniforms, their service….”  She had that look that carnivores take when a thick steak is placed in front of them.

Dustin moved his chair closer to hers, taking advantage of the moment.  “I actually did know that about you.  You speak often on the floor of your fantasy for military men.”

Clara started to chuckle, mostly because she’s heard her erotic tales of the things she’d do to military men, including some of the things she’s done to her last boyfriend, a fallen Marine.

“On the bright side,” said Dustin with a smile on his face, “unless I don’t come back, it’s not like I’ll never stop by again.”

Acting on raw impulse, Codi grabbed Dustin and started making out with him.  It took Clara a second to register what was happening in front of her as she said cleared her throat in objection.

“Guys, we still have a project to do,” said Clara as a way to refocus things.

Codi pulled away from Dustin and directed a sharp glare at her subordinate, “You do know that I technically outrank you.  Zip it.”

“Uhh, Codi, what you’re doing is technically sexual harassment.”

“Go ahead and report me.  I know how you’ve always felt about Dustin.  Not like you haven’t wanted a piece of him,” she said revealing Clara’s taboo fantasy in retaliation.

Codi wasn’t exaggerating – Dustin had always been her subordinate, making it risky for her to make any moves.

Dustin reacted with some surprise, but with confidence, “I did just give Dominic my notice, and this might be the last time we’re all in the same room alone together.”

Being a defiant superior, Codi asked, “I’m curious, Clara, how come you chose to wear an associate t-shirt when you knew he’d be working today?”

“Because, Codi, some of us are trying to achieve higher level positions,” replied a snarky Clara in competition.

Dustin had to interject, “Ladies, I get it, you’re both hot for me.  You’re both been talking about some dock project since I walked in the door.  Let’s make better use of our time, ‘eh?”

They suspended their argument to realize his point.

“Not to mention that both of you are my superiors.  I’m out in two weeks.  Unless either of you plan on ratting me out after presenting me with a commendation of good teamwork, I think we can agree that this is one big violation of company policy.”

He stood up and walked over to Clara and planted one large kiss on her.  “Furthermore, much like your associate shirt makes your tits look really hot, her cable-knit shirt contours her tits perfectly.”

Reaching out, he gave Clara’s clothed tits a squeeze.

“You know, I miss a man giving my boobs a firm squeeze.”  Her face showed a sign of concession.  “Yet, here you are, doing it beautifully.”  Her emotions surrendered how horny she was.

Codi tried to compete for attention, “The last man to give mine a solid grope was my fallen Marine.  I don’t know where he learned it, but he knew exactly what he was doing.”

Codi ascended from her chair and walked behind Dustin to give him a heartfelt, sensuous, and deep hug.  She whispered, “Any way we can convince you to stick around?”  Dustin’s cock responded in kind.  Codi reached down and started rubbing his cock over his denim jeans.  Dustin and Clara continued to make out.

Dustin reached for the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up.  Lo and behold, she was braless.  He stared into Clara’s hungry eyes as he continued to grope.  Her nipples were succulent and sensitive.  The very fantasies Clara had always harbored were coming true before her eyes.

Clara noticed Codi’s cock rubbing as she backed herself up and onto the desk behind her.  She removed her slacks to show that she’d been going commando.  Codi spun Dustin around and looked in his eyes with a passion that she only showed for her ex-boyfriend.  “Let her play with herself while I have a piece of America’s newest recruit.”

“Dustin, I think you should come back to me and drill me hard so I’ll have something to remember while you’re fighting for our country,” said Clara in an attempt to regain control.

Dustin looked in Codi’s eyes as he said, “Are you sure I’d be able to give you same great orgasms that your fallen Marine could?”

Codi responded aggressively by grabbing him by the shoulders and standing close enough to him that it was a drill sergeant preparing to bark orders at him.  “It doesn’t fuckin’ matter what he could do for me.  You are the one here, not him.  You sure you want to ignore the order of someone over you?  That’s grounds for insubordination!”

Codi also added as she gave Clara a cold stare, “And I outrank you!” as she pointed at her subordinate in dramatic fashion.

Defiantly, Dustin turned around and returned to Clara who sported a conniving gin toward her counterpart.  He stripped from his jeans and his boxers to reveal a cock that was bulging.  Clara spread her legs on the table as she seductively uttered, “That’s it, stick ‘er in there.”

Dustin lined himself up and pushed himself in.  Clara was tight from not having been fucked in a while.  As his cock incrementally edged through, moans escaped from her mouth.  The feel of her pussy on his cock was exhilarating, and it had been some time since he’d last fucked.

He started slow to allow her body to acclimate.

Codi watched this from afar, quite jealous.  Her pussy wetter by the second watching her underling get plowed.  Her nipples were hard as rocks as they went unattended.  She didn’t want to start masturbating in the office, but watching Dustin fuck was making it that much harder to not find some form of release.

As Dustin continued to fuck Clara, he stared into her eyes.  Something was off and he could see it.  While she was enjoying the coitus, she knew she’d won one over Codi, who somehow always secured wins on the job.  Even as he continued to fuck her, she was clearly turned on, but the connection seemed lost.  Codi hadn’t begun masturbating, but she also could see what was happening.

Codi approached them in a vengeful manner and whispered into her ear, “Don’t you get that he’d rather have me?”

Clara gave her the death stare, replying fiercely, “But, who’s fucking who?  BITCH!”

Dustin quickly took advantage of the heated moment, pulled out of Clara’s pussy and shoved Codi to the ground, shoving aside the V portion of her sweater and began devouring her tits.

“That’s it, Dustin, show me what you’ve got,” she said seductively.

Clara broke the moment by punching the desk hard yelling, “Son of a bitch!

“Fine, you want him, you can FUCKING have him!” she yelled at she put her slacks and shirt back on, and headed back out to the dock, slamming the door behind her.

Disregarding all the commotion, they continued their tryst.  Dustin wasted little time in taking down Codi’s slacks and moving aside her thong.  He noticed that her pussy didn’t quite look as tight for someone who hadn’t been fucked in a while.

As he started fucking her, the emotional connection was much clearer between them.  Even as he penetrated, his cock went in much easier than it did with Clara.

As he kept pumping, the moaning became louder as neither of them cared if Clara decided to return in retaliation.  While Dustin was enjoying fucking Clara, he liked that there was a better connection with Codi and it wasn’t about who won out over who.

It didn’t take long for Codi to announce that she was about to cum.

Dustin could feel her pussy get ready to cum as he could feel his cock getting ready to burst.

Within seconds, he could feel a hot stream of cum cover his cock as her body let out a heaping orgasm.  This was all accompanied by a loud scream as she let all the emotions out.

He pulled out briefly and paused.  His cock was pretty close, but it hadn’t cum yet.

It took Codi a second to realize that he hadn’t cum and asked.

She quickly ascended from the floor as she took a position in front of him and continued sucking him off.  Where she lay was a quarter-sized cum stain on the floor.

“I’m impressed that you tore away from Clara to come back to finish me off,” said Codi continuing to jack him off.

“There was something missing,” he replied as his body was being overwhelmed with euphoria.

His head shot back as he could feel himself ready to cum.  Codi’s mouth formed an air-tight plug over the head of his cock.

Within seconds, he blew his load; it wasn’t a thick load, but still a good release.

With Dustin’s body out of energy, he looked over where she’d been laying and brought attention to the cum stain.

She turned around and upon noticing it, she laughed.

“Thank you for your service, Dustin.  I’ll definitely miss having you around.”

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