Cleaning Up At The Office
written by:
Norbert

I had been with Berington's about three months and it was wonderful to get back in the saddle. The economic downturn had hit me hard - in more ways than one. Thirty-two months ago the company I had co-founded had to shut its doors. Oh, there had been oodles of money, but what none of us considered was that my partner, using the rapid deflation as an excuse to be out of the office a lot, cleaned us out and fled to some banana republic. He left us with little recourse but to shut the doors of our established advertising agency. Ellen, my wife of twenty years, was very used to the high life but once the budgets were put in place and the free-wheeling was gone, so was she. That had all been within the last three years - perhaps the worst three years of my life, but that was all behind me now and I embraced this rebirth.

Todd Berington had been one of my first clients and, while having a social drink I pointed out a whole slew of mistakes their replacement ad agency had made, hired me to over-see his company's entire promotional team. It gave me the freedom to come and go as I pleased but Todd knew I was the kind of guy who worked better on my own, in my own way, and he got his money's worth and then some.

I have to admit, I received quite a few strange looks when my team would come into my office for a meeting and there would be a conservative looking fellow hunched over the drawing board while music, anything from AC/DC to Zappa blared from the sound system. What can I say? I appreciated creativity and great creativity was simply that - great!

It was during one of my late night sessions that I first spied her, a very petite blonde, pushing her cart laden with cleaning supplies. She had a shapely ass that was accentuated by her tight stretch jeans that seemed to be the rage, and it left me with a good feeling that not everything had been beaten out of me by my ex-wife. I checked my watch and it was a little after ten at night.

"Excuse me," I called. She turned, somewhat startled.

"Jeez," She laughed. "Every one's always gone by this time. You scared the willies out of me." I strolled down the hallway towards her. As I got closer, I noticed she was very attractive in a youthful pixie sort of way.

"I'm working on some ideas and the quiet helps me think." I smiled.

"Quiet," Her smile showed even white teeth that only money and a good dentist could give you. "With that loud music, who left the stereo on?"

"That's me." I confessed. "It helps me think - clears the cobwebs." She raised her eyebrow.

"You?" she scoffed in a friendly banter. "That's stuff my parents yell at me for listening to."

"Oh no," I countered. "It's great stuff and it's meant to be played loud."

"So, if I want to listen to loud music, I'll just come here." She laughed.

"Any time you'd like." I offered. "There's my office, and if I'm not there - feel free to play anything you want. I only have one rule," I warned, "if you play it, it has to go back in the case. I hate when people leave music out to get scratched."

"Aha," she giggled. "There's the ‘dad' coming out in you." She held out her hand. "By the way, my name is Jenny."

"Tom," I took her tiny hand in my paw. As I closed over it, my hand almost reached her wrist, but I did notice how soft it was. "Tom Fuller."

"What time are you finishing?" she gave me a queer look and I realized it must seem like the dirty old man trying to pick up a young nubile female. I caught my balance. "It's late and I don't want you walking alone Jenny. It's not safe."

"Oh, don't worry about me." She laughed. "I'm a big girl Tom. I can take care of myself."

"I don't doubt that," I humored her. "Regardless, come get me when you're leaving and I'll walk you to your car, OK?"

"Oh, alright," she giggled. "I wouldn't want you to worry about little old me."

Things between Jenny and I stayed on that level, she often referred to me as her second father, but I loved being around her. She made me feel awfully younger than my fifty-two years and quite often she would come into my office when she was finished her cleaning and curl up on my couch to wait for me while I finished up one thing or another.

It was during one of these nights of waiting that I sensed something was bothering her. Being a father, I pushed a bit until I got the answer.

"Friday's my birthday and I have to work." She lamented. "My boyfriend's going out of town with his crew so I turn twenty all alone."

"You won't be alone," I laughed. "I'll make it a point of being here so you have company, how's that?" Jenny laughed.

"Well, not to burst your bubble, but it really won't be the same." She pouted.

Burst my bubble she most certainly did, but I recovered quickly and smiled.

"Well, we'll just have to make the most of it." I smiled.

Friday night rolled around and Jenny did too as I saw her push her cart by my door.

"Hey," I called. "You almost done?"

"Give me ten minutes and I will be." She called back.

True to her word, ten minutes later she was back. As she walked into my office, her birthday cake was sitting on my desk along with a split of wine. She laughed and we talked and ate cake and drank a glass of wine. It was a brief rundown of my life, really. She asked question after question and I was only too willing to answer them all. When it was time to pack up, I reached into my desk drawer and gave her a small package, a few CD's I picked up for her.

When she hugged me, it struck me just how much I missed human contact. Jenny didn't seem too eager to let go of me and I certainly wasn't pushing her away.

"When's your birthday, Tom?" She smiled. "I want to reciprocate." I laughed.

"Too late," I chuckled. "It was last month."

We cleaned up after our wee celebration and, for the first time I really took notice of her. She was short, perhaps a shade over five feet, had a gently defined body with all the curves in the right places. When she bent over, her tight heart-shaped ass was all I could focus on.

"Tom!" Jenny scolded, "Were you just checking me out?" I flushed at being caught and made some lame excuse about just getting a flash of an idea and quickly made my way to my drawing table to write a bullshit note.

"I'm sorry," I said after a few moments. "I do that sometimes and it drives my staff nuts." I really hoped she bought it as I shut off the lights and I walked her t her car.

"This was the best birthday ever," Jenny whispered as she gave me a hug. "And I mean that. You're a fun guy to hang with."

"See?" I laughed. "I said that to the dinosaurs just before they went extinct." We both laughed and Jenny, surprising me once more, tugged me down to kiss my cheek, lingering just a little more than I would've expected. As she drove away, try as I did, could not chide myself enough for acting like an old fool.

The next week, whenever I saw Jenny at the start of her rounds, she always made sure to give me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Her jeans seemed to be tighter and I noticed she had begun to wear a bit of make-up with a touch of perfume. When she'd come to my office after she finished, she no longer curled up on my couch, but instead laid the length of it in somewhat provocative reclining positions. On Friday evening, I was just putting the finishing touches on a few drawings when Jenny strolled into my office. I swear my eyes almost popped out of my head for I was used to the tight jeans and her tight ass, but tonight the shapeless cleaning smock was gone. Jenny was sporting abbreviated ‘bootie' shorts and a loose, very light white tee-shirt, thin enough that I could plainly see her nipples as they brushed the front of her shirt. Her tits were about a 34-C and they jiggled quite tantalizing before my eyes as she plunked her ass on a spare stool beside me. In a time where girls were wearing enough padding in their bras to upholster a wing-backed chair, it was refreshing to see her ‘au natural'.

"My boyfriend broke up with me, Tom." She pouted.

"Well," I tried to sooth, "he's a jerk."

"He's a horny jerk." She corrected. "He slept with a friend of ours that he said he didn't even find attractive. He said he did it because I was always working." She seemed more angry than hurt.

"Well, you should tell that boy he needs to learn some self control." I laughed. "The old ‘any port in a storm' saying really was meant for ships, you know."

"How do you do it, Tom?" She seemed quite serious. "How do you not go after everything in sight?" I was somewhat taken aback by the question and Jenny tried to clarify. "I mean, you're divorced and you work long hours and I can't see you as someone who cruises bars just so you can get off."

"Well," I stalled, trying to think of a gentlemanly way of answering, "What do you do when that itch needs scratching?" I countered, confident I had found a way to derail this topic. Instead, Jenny looked me square on, a twinkle in her eye as she smiled.

"Ohhh, that itch." She laughed. "Well, just about every corner has a shop where you can buy a toy to scratch my itch," She leaned closer and lowered her voice, "but I actually just prefer to take care of it myself, if you know what I mean." She waved her fingers in front of me. "But what do you do Tom?"

I looked at Jenny and could tell she wouldn't be satisfied until she received an answer. I made a fist and slid it in the air and I watched as her eyes grew wide.

"You mean you still beat off?" Her eyes were wide with wonder and I watched, amazed, as her nipples sprung to attention and her face flushed.

"You shouldn't even know what that means, young lady." I teased.

"Ah, but I do." She smiled seductively as she slid off the stool and slithered around behind me, pressing herself against me.

"Umm, Jenny," I tried to cool the situation but my cock was almost bursting through my slacks. "It's not wise to do that to an old guy."

"I don't think you're old, Tom." She cooed in my ear as I felt her hand slide around my waist and down to my crotch. "You have something that I really, really want and, ooohhhh, that's it right there." Her tiny hand had gripped around my hard shaft and began to slide over its length.

"Jenny," I tried to resist, but part of me was willing to go to any length to have this girl. "I'm old enough to be your father." I felt my zipper being undone.

"There's nothing you can say that's going to stop me from getting what I want. You know that, don't you?" Jenny was fishing my cock from my pants - the chilly night air striking it but her hot, roaming hand making up for the temperature difference. "You know, what you did for me on my birthday was such a wonderful gesture. I had feelings for you before then Tom, but that sealed it. I was hooked. I wanted you." Her breath in my ear was too much for me - on top of her hand stroking my cock. I turned in my stool and my lips found hers.

Our tongues fought against each others for supremacy, and my hands reached up for her breasts. They were so firm, her nipples so hard. Her sigh against my lips was enough to make me toss caution to the wind. I picked her up Jenny and made my way to the couch.

"Oh Tom," she whispered in my ear, "I want this so bad. I want you to fuck me like I've never been fucked before."

I lay with her on the couch, kissing her like a teenager in lust, my hands travelling her body as her tiny hands fisted my very hard cock. When my hand reached between her legs, Jenny groaned like some primordial beast. I pressed harder against her mound and heard her struggle to take a breath. I could feel her wet pussy sloshing away as I whipped her up into a lather.

"I've never felt like this before Tom," she panted, her breath hot against my cheek. "No one's ever touched me like this." She groaned again as I pressed my fingers against her hardened clit. "Oh fuck, please don't stop."

It had been far too long since I had been touched by a woman. After my wife I had tried, with some success, to turn that part of my life off. Now that this young girl had her hands on me, everything came back to life with a vengeance and I knew it wasn't going to take long before I shot. I certainly didn't want to waste it. I crawled over her and slid to the floor, unfastening her shorts as I went.

"Take off your shirt Jen." It seemed like another person's voice speaking with strained excitement - not mine. My hands reached for the waist band of her shorts and as I tugged them over her hips, the scent of womanly excitement filled my nostrils. I dragged them down her legs and tossed them onto the floor.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I prayed she wouldn't back out. My hands were on her knees and as Jenny tossed her shirt, looked at me with excitement in her wide eyes.

"I've never wanted anything or anyone more." She panted. "You can do whatever you want to me, I promise I'll want more." That sealed the deal and I pried her legs apart revealing a very young, wet, bald and gaping pussy. I grabbed her hips and pulled that beautiful gash tight against my mouth and began to go to town. I licked and sucked on her lips and clit, tongue fucked her, used my fingers to spread her wide open so I could lick her pussy walls, all the while, gripping her hips to hold her steady while she bucked and gyrated against me.

"Ohhhh ffuuuuuucckkk," she cried. "I never knew it could be this good." She gripped my head and pulled me tighter against her. I had to agree. I never knew a pussy could taste as good as hers - it was like I could taste her youth and her freshness - a taste that, in itself, was a form to me of an aphrodisiac.

When Jenny came, it was as sudden as it was violent. She pulled me even tighter against her pussy as she began to convulse and wail in the empty office. Her legs were going a mile a minute and she was begging me to stop. I complied only when I absolutely needed to come up for air and, releasing my grasp on her, stood up and looked down at the splayed form before me as I began to unbutton my shirt.

"None of my boyfriends ever made me cum like that," she panted.

I remained silent and worked at removing my clothes. She had the most beautiful of bodies. Not an ounce of cellulite with an all-over tan on flawless skin. Her tits were somewhat small, but perfect at the same time. Her nipples were very hard and I watched as she pinched and pulled on them. As I dropped my pants and my jockeys in one fell swoop, Jenny's eyes riveted on my erect penis.

"You see something you want?" I asked quietly.

"Yes," she hissed. Jenny leaned forward to take my shaft in her mouth, but I pulled away.

"It's been so long, I really want this to last." I apologized, afraid I would cum too soon for this vixen's satisfaction.

"We have all night as far as I'm concerned." She reached for me again, and this time I allowed myself to be devoured.

When Jenny's hot mouth took me in, my breath began to come in strangled hisses. It had been so long since I had a woman go down on me and those that had previously didn't hold a candle to Jenny's talented mouth. One minute her tongue was swirling around my overly sensitive head, the next she was licking up and down the shaft with big, long, lollypop licks and the third she used the very tip of her tongue to stimulate that particular spot on the underside, just below the head. She was driving me absolutely insane with the need for release and what topped it off were the coos and moans, that only lust can evoke, emitting from her throat interspersed with the base pseudo-perverse sloppy sucking sounds. I gripped her shoulders.

"Jenny," Fuck it was so hard to talk. "I'm going to cum any minute now." I felt it only fair to warn her. What I really wanted to do was grab her head and shove my length down her throat and fill her stomach with months of pent-up seed. She looked up and smiled, slipping her mouth off my cock for a moment.

"That's the idea," she said between sloppy licks. "Then you get hard again and fuck me all night."

"I'm still much too old for yo...." Jenny settled that particular argument by impaling her face on my cock and really began to bob and suck my length, her hands busy finishing up undoing my slacks and shoving both them and my boxers to the floor.

She placed one hand across my ass holding me, I guess to keep me from running away, and the other she snaked up and took hold of my balls and began to gently massage them. Jenny must've sensed that I was so very close to cumming, for she suddenly squeezed my balls firmly. My yelp of surprise quickly turned into a groan of lust as I began to cum and let loose sticky jets of goo into her hungry mouth.

Jenny began to swallow but there was either too much or too fast for her and regardless of her will, she had to pull off and let my cum splash on her face and tits much to, I was very surprised, her enjoyment. When I had finished cumming, she quickly sucked me back into her mouth to suck me dry and to take care of the dribbles on the head. When she finally released me, I collapsed on the couch beside her panting and trying to catch my breath. Looking over at her, Jenny had her eyes closed and appeared to be in bliss as she smeared my cum over her tits.

"You taste amazing Tom," she cooed. I watched, slack-jawed, as she scooped up the cum on her face and brought it to her mouth and then licking her fingers clean.

"My boyfriends' always taste bitter," she chuckled, "and it burns my throat. You are somewhat sweet."

"It's the diet." I was still struggling to recover. "I rarely eat junk and wash it down with beer." That was a piece of utterly useless information and I could've kicked myself for saying it aloud. Instead, I kicked off my slacks and pulled off my shirt. Testing my legs and finding them working, went to my bathroom and brought her back a warm washcloth and towel.

Jenny watched with soft eyes as I carefully washed her beautiful face, down her neck and across her chest making sure I washed off all the sticky deposits. Once I had dried her off I smiled.

"Your turn," I quipped, and began to kiss my way up the insides of her thighs.

"You're going to drive me crazy, aren't you?" she breathed huskily. "Do you have any idea how wet I am?"

I knew how wet she was. I was just above her knees and my nostrils had already picked up the pungent scent of aroused pussy. Without responding, I kissed my way higher until I was inches away from my target. I pressed forward and fastened my lips to her youthful pussy and began to feast. Jenny squealed and moaned and whined as pleasure washed over her. When I began to concentrate on her clit - sucking and pressing my tongue along its length, Jenny went absolutely crazy.

"Right there - oh yesssssss," she sighed as she arched her pussy against my mouth. Her thighs were attempting to close on me, threatening to trap me tight against the only place I really wanted to be at that moment and it took some strength to keep them splayed. Looking up from between her legs, I saw Jenny busily pulling her nipples and fondling her breasts - eyes closed as she let herself be taken by the pleasure. I pressed the tip of my tongue directly against the side of her clit and, alternating sides ran it up and down the length the same way that she had licked my cock. This drove her wild and soon she was writhing and babbling as she came so violently that I had to hold her tightly to continue my lusty assault.

"No more," she panted and I felt her legs relax. She was breathing hard and I began to kiss up her body tickling her navel with my tongue for a moment, carrying on upwards until I had one of those exquisitely hard nipples in my mouth. Rising higher, I looked at her with nothing less than complete animal lust before I kissed her hard. At the same time, I gripped my cock and rubbed the head over her sopping gash from clit to ass.

"Oh Tom," she whispered in my ear, "yes, please put your cock in me. Fuck me - please fuck me." I needed no further encouragement and began to force my hard shaft into the tightest pussy I had ever experienced.

Sticking my cock in Jenny's pussy made me wonder about the size of the guys she had been with. I'm not overly large but I actually felt huge as I pumped away at getting all of me into her. Jenny was crying out with whimpers and moans of delight and satisfaction and the beginnings of what appeared to be a continual orgasm hit her just as my pelvis slammed hard against her crotch. She cried out in glee as she felt the length of my shaft stroke the walls of her pussy as I withdrew only to howl with even more delight as I slammed back into her. Over and over I pounded my cock hard into her, our contact making a sloppy, wet slapping sound. I have to admit, everything feeling I had ever desired to experience when having sex with a woman, I was experiencing in spades. That realization drove me on to new heights.

I pawed at Jenny's sweet, perfect tits and twisted her nipples and reached between our combined legs to gather up her wetness on my fingers before slipping them into her mouth so she could taste her arousal. Finally, I pulled out of her and had her get on her knees so I could take her doggy style.

"No one has ever done that stuff to me before," Jenny was having a hard time catching her breath.

"What stuff is that?" I asked, pretty well knowing the answer I was going to receive but still looking for an ego boost.

"Made me cum like that." She looked over her shoulder just as I stabbed her again with my dick. She squealed and growled as she drove her ass back against me as I thrust against her.

"Oh fuck Tom," she groaned, "harder. Fuck me harder."

I gripped her hips and stabbed into her at a furious pace until sweat was dripping off me from my exertions and I had to sit down. I dragged Jenny with me and she willingly straddled my thighs facing me. She was so young and beautiful with a flawless body, it was verging on the erotically-obscene watching her tiny young hand hold and guide my erect cock as she slowly impaled herself on it.

I pulled her close to me and drew one of her mouth-level tits into my mouth and began to gnaw on her nipple, first sucking it into my mouth and then releasing it to swirl my tongue around and over it. All the while, Jenny was hissing like a locomotive as she rocked back and for the, grinding her clit against my pelvis. Her hands were like silk as she placed them on my cheek and turned my face towards hers so she could kiss me - her tongue like some supernatural snake that twisted and turned and explored every inch of my oral cavity.

"Cum for me Tom," she hissed in my ear as we broke and she laid her head on my shoulder. "I want to feel you shoot inside me - fill me."

She was whimpering, almost begging me to cum as I could tell she was just holding on to that edge herself. Up until this point, Jenny had been controlling her actions with her legs, but I wanted release. I wanted to grant this young goddess's wish and, leaning back, held her and began to buck my cock up into her. This caused her, once again, to cry out with the pleasure of being impaled on my cock until, just as she began to convulse as another orgasm wracked her tiny body, I stiffened and began to shoot what felt like geysers of sticky cum deep inside her.

Once again I was grunting like some wounded animal slamming my cock hard into her just as it spasmed and shot another gob deep inside her until the rush was over and we collapsed together on the couch in a quivering sweaty lump of satisfied humanity.

"I'm really too old for this," I chuckled as I tried to regain my equilibrium.

"You're perfect Tom." Jenny's voice sounded almost angelic. "I want more of that, you know."

"Maybe in another three years." I laughed.

I almost regretted watching her get dressed. A part of me wanted to take her home with me for the weekend but there was a party at Todd's place I had to attend the following night and I figured it would be somewhat difficult to explain my youthful date. I walked her to her car and she kissed me tenderly.

"You really are a wonderful lover, you know," Jenny pulled me down to kiss me tenderly. "I'd really love to spend a night with you, in bed." I was at a loss for words at that comment and was immediately mentally assaulted with phrases like ‘cradle robber', ‘old enough to be her father' and the like. Instead I took the safe road.

"That would be nice sometime," A completely non-committal answer, I thought.

As I stood on the steps at Todd's place the following evening, I was mentally kicking my ass. Here I'll be with a bunch of corporate yahoos, all vying for the boss's ear and, had I been less of a coward I could've been banging Jenny's brains out in the comfort of my own bed.

"Tom," Todd was smiling as he opened the door. I noticed immediately he was already half-pissed. I stepped inside and was ushered into the throng of zombies, Todd guiding me through the crowd towards the bar.

"What'll you have?" he asked jovially and slapped his hand down on the bar top. The young woman turned and my jaw hit the floor.

"Tom, this beautiful creature is my daughter Jennifer," he introduced proudly. "Jen, hun, this is Tom Fuller, the guy who's saving your old dad all kinds of money. You treat him right, OK?" Jenny held out her hand as though we had never met before. As I took it every intimate detail of the previous night flew through my brain.

"It's a pleasure Mr. Fuller." She smiled innocently. "Don't worry daddy, I'll take real good care of him." She gave me a knowing wink. "I'll give him whatever his little heart desires."

"Jenny took a job as the office cleaner Tom," Todd laughed drunkenly. "I figured with the hours you keep you would've bumped into her by now."

"Oh yes," I smiled. "We bumped into each other several times last night."