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For the next year, Mary (aka Liz Redfort) and Bob (Eliot Rascher) led a stress-free life. Frankly, the only stress was, "Eliot, is this going to be a pussy eating evening or a cocksucking night?"

It was common knowledge among their janitorial colleagues and HR that they lived together; no one cared.

They didn't plan it that way but during the week, they seemed to alternate. He got blowjobs on the even number days, and ate her pussy on the odd. Weekends were spent 69-ing and fucking, Lots of fucking.

As it turned out, things were too perfect. Dr. Redfort found that she missed the excitement associated with Space Missions. Liz was ready to go back to her real work. She was offered a job back at the Jet Propulsion Laboratory in California.

To Eliot's surprise, Dr. Hannah Sherman, the HR Director, called him into her office. "Bob, beyond your janitorial duties, you've been a big asset to the program. I hope you're not planning on leaving, too."

"No, but I have to say that I miss Mary, I mean Liz, a lot."

"That's certainly understandable. I'm a few years older than her, and I'm certainly not black, but perhaps I can take her place in some ways. Dinner, Friday night?"

Eliot blinked. It wasn't anything he'd considered. Hannah Sherman was big. Fat, if you were unkind. Short and round. Her hair was black, but at her age clearly colored. She wasn't all that attractive. Eliot was now twenty-seven, and although not naïve, couldn't imagine that this woman, twice his age had anything romantic in mind.

He convinced himself that it was just dinner. It wasn't. Unless of course, you consider pussy dinner; or maybe dessert. To his surprise, her fat titties were fun to play with and her huge pussy delightful. More than delightful, "Hannah, I've never tasted a sweeter pussy."

"Eliot, you don't have to say that to get in my panties. If you haven't noticed, you're already there," she giggled. "Please, eat my pussy some more. I haven't had a man make love to me like that in ages."

By "make love to me like that" Hannah meant having her pussy eaten.

Like Hannah said, she wasn't black and neither was her pussy, but she was delicious. "Come up here and fuck me, Eliot. You have my pussy so ready."

There's no other way to describe it. Eliot mounted her.

Hannah Sherman got that fat ass moving and it just wouldn't stop. "Ride me, Eliot. Ride my pussy. Your cock is so good to me. Thank you, thank you. I thank you, my pussy thanks you. Later, I'm going to want to thank you with my mouth, but right now fuck me harder."

That first night, there was fucking and more fucking. In the morning, "Eliot, I promised you a blowjob last night. Bear with me; it's been so long, I hope I haven't forgotten how."

Hannah hadn't, but over the next few weeks confided in him, "Eliot, sucking your cock is okay, but I much prefer having my pussy ravaged by your cock and your tongue."

Eliot accommodated her. The fucking got better and better. He looked forward to mounting her. "Thank you, Eliot. I love the way you ride me."

A year later, Hannah Sherman was re-assigned to Cape Canaveral, and Eliot decided it was time to move on. The question was where?

A few weeks later, he was in New York City. He liked the excitement of the city and it was easy enough to find a woman to share his bed.

In just the first month back there'd been college girls, professional women like doctors and lawyers, and as you know with Eliot race, ethnicity and even looks didn't matter.

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