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STORY TITLE Working Bonus
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DATE ADDED 26th August, 2007
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My name is Steve and I'm 19 years of age and the following happened to me in June of last year.

A small group of us, three guys and two girls, met up for a drink, in the local public house close to our college, after finishing our A level exams. There was a general discussion taking place between us as to what we were going to do with our free time between now and receiving our results in August. John said he was going to travel Europe for a month or so and Jane said she was off to visit a friend in America. The rest of us said we were going to try and find some work to earn some money before we hopefully went to university.

After several hours of quite heavy drinking we all said our 'Goodbyes' as it was probably the last time all five of us would be together or certainly for the foreseeable future. We all vowed to keep in touch with each other and to this extent all exchanged mobile phone numbers and email addresses. Then it was hugs and kisses all round as we departed and went our separate ways.

That was on the Tuesday and the following Friday saw me sitting at home looking at the 'Situation Vacant' column in out local newspaper. Being a bit of a computer 'geek' it was for this type of work I first looked, but after ten minutes it was obvious there was little work in this line available short term, which is what I wanted. It looked like I was probably going to have to do bar work or something similar.

I enjoyed the weekend and on the Monday morning was eating breakfast when my mobile rang. I looked and it showed Helen, the second girl who had been at our end of exam drinking session. I answered the phone, "Hi Helen". "Hi Steve", she replied, "Just ringing to see whether you've found yourself a job". "Unfortunately, no", I answered, "Have you?". "I'm working for my father", she replied, "Hence why I ringing you. My father runs a computer company and one of engineers had an accident over the weekend and while he hasn't broken a leg, he's done the next best thing, so is off work for at least eight weeks. Now knowing how good you are with computers, I suggested to my Dad that he might like to get you to help out until the engineer returns. So, if you'd like to drive over to the office my Dad will see you and discuss the position". "Thanks Helen", I said, "I'll come over more or less straight away. Give me the address and I'll be with you within the hour". She gave me the address and I went to quickly shower and dress, before making my way to her father's office.

I duly met Helen's father and within half and hour or so he had taken me for the next couple of months at least. He informed me that he'd make sure I wasn't given any really difficult jobs, just the small 'run of the mill problems' which he said I was more than expert enough to resolve. He was true to his word and all the jobs I was given were quite simple, mainly consisting of getting clients machines to work again after someone, generally their children, had caused a problem or two.

I had been doing the work for about three to four weeks when I received one job to call on a Mrs Stokes. I called at the address, which was a large detached house situated in a small close on the edge of town.

I rang the door bell and waited. When the door was opened I could hardly believe my eyes. Stood before me was an attractive female in her early 40s I guessed with an impressive pair of tits. "Mrs Stokes?", I managed to ask. "Yes", she replied, "Are you here to repair my computer?". "Yes", was all I could reply, still amazed by what stood before me. "Come on in then", she said. I stepped into the hall and she closed the door behind me. "I'm Steve", I eventually managed to say. "The computer is upstairs in the small fourth bedroom which I use as my office", she said, and began to lead the way upstairs. She was dressed in a pair of beige trousers and light brown blouse. As we ascended the stairs, I couldn't also help by notice the rather nice ass that was inside the trousers.

She led the way into bedroom/office. "There is the dam machine", she said. "What's the actual problem?", I enquired. "It starts up OK", she answered, "And works OK until I open the spreadsheet programme, the it goes hay-wire and eventually crashes out". I walked to the machine and turned it on and watched it as it fired up. The operating system was Windows XP and I noticed there was a total of four accounts on the screen. "Who uses the machine?", I asked. "Obviously I do", she replied, "Plus both my teenage children", she replied. "What about your husband?". "I'm divorced", she immediately replied. Looking at the screen I asked, "Who is Sarah?". "I am", she replied. I clicked on her icon but it asked for a password. "Could you log on for me please", I asked. This she did. "I'll leave you to it", she said and left the room. I heard her go downstairs.

For the best part of the next hour I worked on her machine and eventually got it working correctly. I went down stairs and found Mrs Stokes in the kitchen. "It's working OK now Mrs Stokes", I said. "Thank you", she replied. "But please call me Sarah. What was wrong with the dam thing?". "Someone, probably one of your children, had been fiddling with some of the registry files. It took a while to find what was wrong, but it's all OK now". "Before you go Steve", she said, "Do you know much about the spreadsheet programme?". "I know a certain amount, why?". "I have a small problem I can't resolve, perhaps you could help me for a few minutes". "Sure", I said and we both returned to the office.

Once there, she sat down and opened up the spreadsheet. She told me what she wanted to do and I began explaining to her how to do it. "Why don't you talk me through it, rather than tell me", she said. "OK", I answered. I stood behind her and began talking her through what she needed to do. In doing so, I could be help notice that by leaning forward over the keyboard as she was, I had a clear view down the front of her open blouse and could easily see her large tits. As I talked her through what she had to do, I could also feel my cock beginning to get hard, but as much as I tried not to look at her tits, the more I did so, which in turn caused my cock to get harder.

After about 10 minutes we completed what Sarah required and, as she turned quickly towards me, found herself looking directly at my crutch. She then lifted her head up and thanked me for my help. I then saw her look down again, before looking back up at me. "Oh, have I caused you a problem?", she asked. I just stood there unable to speak. "I guess you've were looking down at my tits as we worked", she said. I just nodded my head. "I best do something about it then", she added.

Before I could do or say anything, Sarah reached forward and began undoing the button and zip of my jeans. She then quickly pulled them and my underpants down, allowing my hard seven inch cock to spring forth. "That's a nice specimen", she said, "It's been a long time since I've seen one, especially as big as this". The next second she took hold of it and leaning forward eased it into her mouth. Slowly Sarah sucked me for the next five minutes or so, running her tongue round the head of my cock from time to time, during which time I reached down and gently squeezed one of her big tits. Slowly I began to feel my spunk starting to swirl around in my balls. Whether Sarah sensed the same or not I don't know, but she slowly took my cock from her mouth and held it in her hand.

"I can't remember the last time I did this, it's been so long", she said. With that she stood up and said, "Why don't we get more comfortable Steve?". Still holding my cock, she led me across the passageway and into her bedroom where she removed her trousers and blouse and, standing before me in just her bra and panties, smiled before saying, "I'll leave them to you". As I moved towards her, she turned her back slightly allowing me to unhook her bra. She then slid the straps down her arms, and facing me freed her large tits. I quickly then removed her panties and my t-shirt.

Sarah lay down on the bed saying, "I haven't had a cock in me for nearly a year, so don't keep me waiting to long". I moved onto the bed and lay down beside her. We kissed and I gently began squeezing her big tits. "You seem to like them. Do you like women with big tits?". "Yes", I replied. "Well these are 38DD", she answered, "And should be more than big enough for you". With that I began to alternatively roll each nipple between my thumb and forefinger, which caused her to moan. I did this to her for a few minutes before slipping my free hand down between her slightly parted legs.

No sooner had my hand touched her pussy, and I felt how wet it was, than Sarah gave a loud moan and said, "Oh God, you don't know how good it feels to have a man touch me there after all this time". I continued to slowly rub her pussy and felt he clit go hard. After no more than a minute I couldn't believe how wet Sarah's pussy had become. "Stop Steve", Sarah shouted, "I need your cock inside me now. I need you to fuck me and fuck me hard. I need to cum".

As I moved myself, Sarah opened her legs wide and I got between them. She grabbed hold of my cock and guided it to her pussy. "Yes fuck me", she said, "Slid your cock deep into me and fuck me". I didn't need telling twice and in one forceful movement, thrust my whole length deep into her, thanks mainly to how wet she was. "Yes, yes", she muttered, "Fuck me, fuck me". I slowly began fucking Sarah and was just starting to slide in and out of her at speed when she suddenly lifted her legs high and wide in the air shouting, "Now, fuck me hard now, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum". I forced my cock deep into her and suddenly felt her cunt mussels tighten around my cock as her orgasm hit her.

Slowly Sarah came down from her orgasm and found I was still slowly fucking her. "Oh Steve you don't know how lovely that felt", she said. "I'm glad you enjoyed it", I said, adding "How about a second one?" and straight away began to slowly fuck her, steadily pushing my cock in and out of her pussy. I felt her cum a further three times, although none seemed as strong as the first one. Still with my cock inside her, I lent down and kissed her enormous tits taking her nipples in my mouth and sucking hard on them. "Oh yes", I heard her mutter, then twenty to thirty seconds later, she began to move her hips so my cock once more began sliding in and out of her. "Oh yes keep going, I think I'm going to cum again", she whispered in my ear. I maintained my rhythm but each time forced my cock deep into her cunt as far as it would go. "Oh God", Sarah exclaimed, "It feels so good to have my pussy full of cock".

I stopped sucking her tits and again began forcing my cock hard and deep into her. Suddenly Sarah screamed, "Don't stop I'm going to cum again. Oh yes, oh yes. Oh God, I'm cumming, I'm cumming", and again I felt her cunt mussels tighten around my cock, only this time it was more than I could stand. "I'm going to cum too Sarah", I shouted, as rammed my cock deep into her pussy. As I did so and I felt the first jets of spunk shoot into her Sarah shouted, "No Steve no, don't cum in me, I'm not protected and you could make me pregnant". Before I could react in anyway, I shot two further jets of cum deep into her. "It's took late Sarah", I said, "I've just shot my spunk into you", as I now pulled out of her and shot a further couple of jets over her pussy.

"Oh my God", she said. "Not having a sex life these days I'm not on any form of protection and although I'm 42, I'm not too old to still get pregnant". I knelt there between her open legs not knowing what to say or do. Sarah snapped me out of my quandary by said, "I think you'd better get dressed and leave. I need to deal with the possible problem". I quickly dressed and let myself out.

A year later, I've not had any communication from Sarah so can only assume she did not become pregnant, but I don't know for sure.