He spent most of that afternoon feeding my ego, and my ego was hungry. The funny thing is that Eric always told me how beautiful I was, but I guess th...t coming from my husband it didn't seem to mean as much. This was a young fresh source of flattery and I ate it up.I gave him a kiss on the cheek to thank him, and he turned his head and caught it on his lips. After some awkward fumbling we ended up screwing. I guess you expected me to say making love, because that's how women are supposed to. And those things go there." I had to remind myself a thousand times that this was only a temporary job, until things improved in the market and they'd need sales people like me for real sales jobs – not this kind of horror show. Granted, it was a better department store, and I was doing commissioned sales – men's suits, along with leather goods, dress slacks and sports coats. There were some displays of better sweaters, too – very expensive cashmere and such. I was on my own for the first time.. They all came in the back door and were hot, tall, muscular young black men. It wasn’t long before they had stripped down and were fucking my throat and pussy hard. I was enjoying feeling the young muscular black men’s bodies as one by one rammed his big cock down my throat. I felt the muscular arms around my waist and their chests pressed against my back. While they rammed their big thick black cocks all the way in my hot wet cum filled pussy or my equally hungry asshole. There was no. He was a little bit taller than me with brown hair and adorable blue eyes. He was tanned and a country boy. I was twenty-one and he was twenty We were kissing and he had one hand on my breast and then other in my unbuttoned, unzipped jeans, and down in my panties. He was sliding his fingers in and out of my hot wet pussy. His mouth soon replaced the hand on my breast, sucking and biting on my nipple so hard that he gave me a bruise. "I'm gonna leave my mark on your tit being that I can't.