..especially interviewing all the female employees, since they almost always agreed to give him a blowjob or a quick fuck during the interview process. In Part 1, Victor interviewed some waitresses, and ended up getting a blowjob by one of them under his desk, while he interviewed the other one sitting in front of his desk.
The rest of Monday was pretty uneventful until dinner time. As he checked with the kitchen staff to see how things were coming along, he ran into Sandy, who he’d hired about seven months ago as a sous-chef. Seeing her now reminded him of just how pretty she was, and that she had an amazing, tight body….with natural C-cup boobs that had an enticing bounce to them, and firm nipples that seemed to always be erect. He’d been able to fuck her during her interview, and had managed to screw her a few more times since she was hired.
He smiled at her, and said, "Hey, Sandy….how’s it going back here?"
"We’re in good shape for the dinner crowd, Vic….we’re fully staffed and we’ll start the pre-cooked items in about twenty minutes." Sandy was one of the few women working for Victor who didn’t call him ‘Mr. Delgado’. He didn’t mind the familiarity….especially since it came with fucks and blowjobs whenever he wanted.
Smiling more broadly, he stepped closer to Sandy, grabbed her tits with both hands and, squeezing gently, said, "Sounds perfect….so, there’s enough time for us to slip into the prep area behind the kitchen, right?"
Sandy didn’t respond, because it wasn’t really a question….when Victor wanted a fuck….he got a fuck. She just turned and headed for the prep area behind the kitchen, which was basically just a room with several stainless steel counters. They were all empty right now, but in twenty minutes they’d be covered with food and utensils as the kitchen staff prepared meals for the casino’s dinner guests.
As they headed toward the prep area, Sandy began unbuttoning her chef’s tunic, freeing her breasts to bounce in front of her as they walked out of the kitchen. Once they stepped into the prep area, Sandy moved over to the nearest counter and Victor stepped in behind her. He reached around and grabbed her dangling tits, massaging her breasts and rubbing the growing bulge in his pants against her ass through her chef’s pants.
Victor was impatient, and he didn’t waste any time….he immediately bent Sandy over the nearest counter, pulled her chef’s pants down to her ankles… along with her panties….and reached between her legs to fondle her pussy lips. He pushed her legs apart, then slid his hand along her vagina slit, finding her clitoris with two of his fingers and flicked it back and forth, feeling it become plump and stiff against his fingers.
While he played with Sandy’s pussy, he used his other hand to unzip his pants and pull out his growing penis ….stroking the shaft and rubbing the head against her ass cheeks. It didn’t take long….after a few minutes of jerking his dick, Victor’s cock was rock hard, and aching to be shoved into Sandy’s twat.
Sandy was a bit of a submissive, and actually liked being manhandled, so when Victor pulled his hand out from between her legs, it was dripping wet, so he knew she was ready for him to slide his engorged prick inside. He replaced his hand with his hard-on….sliding the tip of his cock up and down her pussy slit, getting it wet with her juices, until he found her opening….then he shoved his hips forward, slamming his erect penis into her from behind with a single thrust.
There was no one else in the kitchen or prep area, so no one was around to hear Sandy’s grunts as Victor pounded his rigid pole in and out of her pussy with abandon. As he hammered her from behind, Victor reached around to fondle her firm, swinging breasts, and pull gently on her already stiff nipples. Sandy was leaning on her elbows to support herself on the counter, with her pants around her ankles, and her naked ass and pussy fully exposed…. pushing back on every forward stroke of Victor’s plunging erection.
Although she couldn’t explain why, Sandy found that she actually liked Victor’s occasional fucks in the prep room. As she stood, bent over the counter, with her wet pussy being plowed by his rigid penis and his fingers pinching her firm nipples, Sandy felt an orgasm explode between her legs….she let out a guttural moan as it washed over her entire body, causing her legs to tremble slightly, and her clit to throb and tingle.
"Oh, fuck, Vic….I’m cumming….ah….ah….oooooohhhhhh….aaaaaahhhhhh….yeeeessssss….shit, that feels good…. aaaaahhhhh….how the fuck do you always do that to me, Vic…..hmmmmm….."
Victor smiled and released her boobs, grabbed her hips, and plowed his rock hard boner into her cunt even faster….over and over, until he suddenly erupted….shooting streams of hot, creamy splooge deep into Sandy’s cunt.
"Uhn….uhn….God, you feel great, Sandy….yeah….yeah….aaaaaahhhhhh….aaaaahhhhh….hmmmmm….nice.... aaaahhhhhh…. wow, it’s been way too long…."
After about a dozen more strokes, Victor’s balls were finally empty, and he pulled his softening prick out of Sandy’s vagina. Since they were in a bit of a hurry, Victor grabbed a nearby towel to wipe off his dick, before shoving it back into his pants and pulling up the zipper.
Sandy also quickly grabbed a towel and wiped between her legs, before pulling her panties and slacks back up over her naked ass and pussy. She adjusted her pants and put her boobs back inside her open tunic, then re-buttoned it, as Victor smiled, and said, "Great, as always, Sandy….you might be the best sous-chef in all of Las Vegas."
Sandy smiled, gently squeezed Victor’s dick through his pants, then turned and headed back to the kitchen area, calling over her shoulder, "Thanks, Vic….now get out of here so we can get dinner started."
On Wednesday, Victor had a light day, so he scheduled a massage at the on-site massage parlor. He interviewed and hired all the masseuses, too, so he knew he could go to any of them for the perfect massage.
When he arrived for his appointment, the receptionist told him that Phoebe was available, and she was waiting for him in room #3….he could go on back. When he got to the room, Phoebe had just finished preparing the massage table for him, and said, "Hey, Mr. Delgado…come on in…I’m all ready for you."
"Good…I could use a good massage and a nice handjob to relax me.… it’s been a chaotic week."
Phoebe laughed and said, "I’m sure it has, Mr. Delgado….and don’t worry, I know what you like when you get a massage."
As Victor started taking off his clothes, Phoebe pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it onto a chair in the corner, leaving her pert breasts to jiggle slightly as she prepared to begin the massage. Watching her boobs sway and her nipples begin to stiffen, Victor grinned and quipped, "I’m sure you do….you’ve given me enough of them."
Once Victor was naked, he laid face-down on the massage table, with his flaccid shaft lying flat on the table and draped between his spread legs. Phoebe began rubbing his back and shoulder muscles, using lots of oil and extra firm pressure. As she moved lower on his body, she used more oil, and massaged his lower back and ass cheeks…occasionally running her oily hands along his soft penis and ball sack, then smiling as she watched it grow on the table. She continued using one hand to massage his buttocks, and the other to rub along the length of his stiffening penis….occasionally using her oily hands to gently fondle his testicles.
Victor moaned softly as he enjoyed Phoebe’s hands pressing his ass muscles and gently squeezing his thickening staff, occasionally mumbling, "Ahhhhh…that feels great, Phoebe….ooohhhh, yeah….just like that…hmmmm…."
After several minutes of Phoebe’s ministrations, she said, "OK, Mr. Delgado….time to roll over."
Phoebe had been working as a masseuse in Victor’s casino for several years, so she knew Victor enjoyed getting a massage that ended in having his rigid cock stroked until he shot his wad, while he played with the boobs of whichever masseuse was servicing him.
Victor rolled over onto his back, with his rock hard erection sticking straight up toward the ceiling. Phoebe wrapped one hand around the thick shaft of his penis, then added some oil, and used her other hand to jerk it from base to tip…paying a little extra attention to the bulbous head on the up strokes. As Phoebe stroked his stiff pole, Victor used his right hand to reach up and play with her swaying tits….gently squeezing the flesh, and occasionally pinching her puffy nipples.
Phoebe turned toward Victor’s hand so he had easier access to both breasts, while she kept sliding her hand up and down his engorged prick. Victor rocked his hips and moaned his pleasure, until he suddenly grabbed one of her tits, and let out a grunt as he erupted….shooting several streams of spunk about a foot into the air, and spilling onto Phoebe’s pumping fist like lava from a volcano.
"God, that feels great, Phoebe….yeah….just like that…keep going….keep going…fuck, I’m gonna cum….aaaaahhhhh ….aaaaaahhhhhhh…..aaaaaahhhhhh…. fuck, yeah……hmmmmm……holy shit, that feels amazing….aaaahhhhh..."
Phoebe kept stroking Victor’s sloppy, glistening dick, even after he’d finished cumming, so he could enjoy the throes of his orgasm and continue fondling her wobbling breasts.
Victor moaned a bit more as Phoebe continued sliding her hand up and down his rigid shaft and his breathing slowly returned to normal. After a couple of luxurious minutes relishing his climax, he said, "That was perfect, Phoebe….now, go ahead and clean it off for me…"
Phoebe grabbed a towel from a nearby table, and began wiping away the semen that had splashed onto Victor’s stomach and spilled all over her hand. As she wiped up the puddles of spunk on his torso, she leaned over and sucked the tip of his still hard cock into her mouth, then used her lips and tongue to clean off his slimy cock, as she gave it a few final strokes to pull out the last few drops of cum.
As Victor got up and started dressing, Phoebe….still topless, with her pert breasts bouncing and jiggling…started cleaning up the room, and putting the used towels into a basket. Once, Victor was dressed and ready to go, he grabbed both of Phoebe’s tits, gave them a little squeeze, then gently pinched both nipples. He smiled and said, "Another fantastic massage, Phoebe….I’ll leave something for you at the front desk." Then, he playfully slapped her boobs to watch them swing back and forth a few times, before leaving the room and heading back up to his office.
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