The Dumpster Files: Gemma

He has a story to tell about an ex-girlfriend and her family, and he is more than happy to share it on The Dumpster Files.

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The Dumpster Files: Gemma

A friend told me about this site, a place to tell all your secrets. Well, do I have a story to tell all of you!

I hardly believe it myself, but it's a doozy! I don't feel guilty about it or anything, but in the same regard as many of the other stories I have read on here, I don't want any of you higher-than-thou types to find me and ruin my fun, so I will do what everyone else did and change the names.

I will be called Marcus in this story, as usual; that's not my real name, nor will any of the other names you will read be.

I know this might come off a bit bad, but unlike most stories you have read on here. I don't think I was in the wrong. If anything, I think it came about because I was due, you know the saying, what goes around comes around, and with everything I did, some good was bound to come back around to me, and when it did, boy did I jump on it, or should I say she jumped on me?

Either way, it's been two years since the start of the whole thing, two whole years, and I don't see an end in sight, and I sure as hell don't want it to! I want to ride this train until the wheels fall off.

So, let's get this story started, shall we?

My name is Marcus, and here is my story for The Dumpster files!

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As I said, it started just over two years ago, when my ex-girlfriend walked into my store.

"Welcome," I looked up from working on one of the many laptops I had lying around.

"Hi," a familiar voice answered me.

I lowered my specialty goggles and looked at Tylene, my ex-girlfriend, who was smiling at me.

"What do you want?" I lowered my goggles and went back to working on the laptop.

"Is that any way to greet a customer?" Tylene asked as she walked around all the broken laptops, game consoles, and many other electronic devices I had lying around the shop.

It was always a mess in here. I wasn't good at being organized, never had been.

"You dumped me, remember?" I shot back, not looking at her.

Tylene and I had been hot and heavy in high school; we were inseparable. Even after high school, we promised to be together, even when she got accepted to an out-of-state college and I stayed behind at a community college. We vowed to always stay in touch and be together, and even get married one day.

Then, two months after she left, she broke up with me. She said she was onto bigger and better things, mainly a star football player.

She was out of my life with a text message. I tried calling her many times, but she never answered. She told me just to move on and forget about her.

So, that's what I did, well, tried to do, but a woman like Tylene was hard to get over, especially since she was my first love. We had lost our virginity to each other the night after prom, and we had promised that we would wait until we were both eighteen and that we wouldn't go into college as virgins.

I kept trying to keep my eyes glued to my job. After college, I started working at an I.T. firm, but that fell through, then my parents passed, and they left me with this place, a small corner outlet in a strip mall off the highway.

I was no baker like mom, and I wasn't as business savvy as my father, so I turned it into a tech repair shop. I was doing great business-wise, but it was hard to keep track of everything, and that's where I was losing customers. I kept losing invoices and couldn't keep track of which laptop or device they belonged to.

"Look," Tylene slammed her fist into the wooden desk that I used to check out customers. I had to admit the place looked better as a bakery, but I was doing what I could do.

I turned to look at her. 'God, she was still fucking hot!' I thought.

Tylene was tall; she stood at five feet eleven inches. Long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a body that screamed 'fuck the shit out of me!' She had it all: legs, thighs, tits, and an ass.

Her fall from grace was what brought her back home. The star football player dropped her the moment he got drafted. As soon as he signed that deal, he kicked Tylene to the curb. She returned home with nothing, no good grades, no scholarship, just four years of wasted time in college.

Now she worked at the nail salon across from the strip club.

"What do you want?" I asked, lifting my goggles and looking at her. "I am busy!"

"I want a job!" Tylene stared at me with those blue eyes. "The nail salon is going under and I need to pay my half of the rent or they will kick me out!"

"Oh, your besties?" I asked sarcastically.

"Shut up, Johnathan!" Tylene stomped her foot as if that would work.

She didn't have a hold on me anymore; that time had passed. There was a time that I would do anything for her, anything at all, just for her to talk to me, to look in my direction, but not anymore.

"Go work with your dad," I tried to shoo her off.

"He doesn’t need any more help," Tylene sighed. "I already asked him."

"Aww, poor Tylene," I pretended to care. "Answer is still no!"

"What is your problem? We dated in high school for two years, we had sex three times, that’s it, things end you know," Tylene tried to excuse her behavior toward me.

"You ignored me, you treated me like crap, and then told me to move on and forget you," I stood up from the chair. "This is me moving on and forgetting about you. You've been back for over seven years, and this is the first time you came to see me, and it’s only because you want something!"

Tylene put a hand on her hip and sighed again. "Because I need a job!"

"And I don't need your help, so bye!"

Tylene held up a finger and walked out.

My heart was beating a mile a minute as I watched her head toward her father's beat-up truck. I waited until I saw it leave before I sat back down.

"Why?" I asked myself.

My heart was beating too fast; I lied when I said it was the first time I had seen her since she got back. I had seen her every day since she got back.

I hid behind bushes as I watched her leave the salon. I watched her from across the street as she went home. I looked at her while she was working out at the gym. I still had a crush on her, still wanted to see her.

A huge part of me wanted to hire her. I could use some help; maybe she could help me get organized so I can focus on just repairing things and not worry about invoices, payments, and other things.

I had always loved tinkering with things, opening them up and seeing how they worked; that's why I did a good job with fixing all of the electronics lying around, but I sucked at the other stuff, the paperwork, the taxes, and everything else.

But I wouldn't hire Tylene, no way, no how. She treated me like dirt, and I might be a crush-loved stalker, but I wasn't a fool.

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"I hear my low life daughter came to visit you," Frank Hubbard said.

"Low life?" I asked as I watched him pump gas at the gas station. I put my nozzle back and stared over at him.

"She came to me begging for a job and a loan," he said as he stood with his back against his work truck, filling it up. "Had the nerve to say I owe her."

I chuckled at that.

Frank had put up his business and other things to put Tylene through college, and she did absolutely nothing with it. He nearly lost everything; luckily, he was a hardworking man, or he would have lost it all, including the house.

I admired that about him, even though he was a racist piece of shit that hated me for dating his daughter. I was sure that if he found out that this black guy standing before him had nailed his daughter for the first time on the couch inside his mechanic shop, he would kill me right here in front of everyone.

Not that anyone would care in this part of town if a white man killed a black guy. The moment he told them I had fucked his white-skinned, blonde hair, blue-eyed daughter, they would find some way to make it look like I had done something wrong and Frank had shot me in self-defense.

"Well, I turned her down to," I told him.

I didn't tell him it was because she dumped me. I am sure she had told him that she had stopped seeing me because he had told her to, and he was happy with that. He didn't know how much of a rebel his daughter was. It was her idea to sneak into his shop and have our first sexual interaction on the couch in his office.

"Well, at least you got some sense in you," Frank nodded as he took the nozzle out and replaced it. "Keep it up, she isn't worth the time."

For Frank to say that about his daughter meant she had done more than just waste his money. "What did she do this time?" I asked.

"She tried to go behind my back and ask Gemma for some money," he said, looking at me. "If you see her, tell her not to come by the house ever again! Not until she has some of that college money she owes me!"

With that, Frank was back in his truck.

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"I see you back there," Tylene barked as she stood behind her apartment building, smoking a cigarette.

'Fuck me!' I breathed to myself as I stepped out of the shadows.

I've seen you every time, you're a shitty stalker!" Tylene shook her head as she threw the cigarette butt to the ground and stomped on it.

We stared at each other in the freezing cold.

"It’s fucking cold as shit out here, what do you want?" Tylene asked. "I tried to come by for a job, but you turned me down and now you’re standing outside my apartment in the fucking snow? What’s your deal?"

"I don't know," I shrugged.

She was right about one thing; it was fucking cold as fuck.

"Well, you're not coming up, and we aren't fucking," Tylene told me as if that was an option.

I didn't want to fuck her; I didn't want anything from her. I was fucked in the head. I just liked seeing her from a distance. Even now, standing in front of her, I wanted to get away as quickly as possible.

"Damn, you are fucked up in the head, aren't you?" Tylene shook her head and turned around. She swiped her card to get into the back door of the apartment building. "If you are not going to give me a job, then stop stalking, or get better at it!"

She slammed the door shut and gave me the finger through the glass pane in the door.

'Fucking idiot!' I cursed myself as I headed back to my car.

The snow crunched under my feet as I felt embarrassed that I was caught, even more embarrassed that she had seen me every time I looked at her.

I got in my car and turned the heat on. "You're a fucking loser!" I told myself.

I hadn't been with anyone else since Tylene dumped, no kissing, no hugging, nothing, not even a fucking date. For eleven fucking years I did nothing with anyone.

Not that there weren't any opportunities, there were plenty of women who liked me at the community college, and even when I worked at the I.T. firm, I had plenty of chances to date or be in a relationship, even a friends with benefits with one of my female bosses, but no! I turned them all down for some fucked up reason. Anytime I thought about any of them, I saw Tylene's fucking face.

The only companion I had in my life was my cat Chester; he was the only one that I cared about in this world.

Maybe I was this fucked up because both my parents died in a car crash, that's what I told myself. One day, they were here with me, laughing, joking around, and sometimes being a pain. I lived across the street from them, and I could see them anytime I wanted. The next day, they were gone, no chance to say goodbye or anything, they were just gone.

'So, are you going to give me the job or not?' A text came through as I settled down at my computer.

Chester was happily lying on the desk beside my keyboard.

I sighed.

'No!' I replied.

I didn't know how Tylene got my number, but I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of getting her way.

'Then next time I see you stalking me, I am going to call the police and get you locked up!' Tylene retaliated.

I huffed. Well, there goes that. There was no way I was going to go to jail for her. She wasn't worth it.

'Job?'

'No!'

I had plenty of pictures of her that I had taken without her knowing throughout the seven years; those would have to do for now.

I still didn't know why I took them, or even why I had saved them on my computer in a private folder. Not like I looked at them, I took them and then put them in there. I didn't look at them again after I put them there.

I wasn't that big of a loser who would sit here and jerk off to Tylene's photos. I really didn't know why I took them or wanted to see her.

"Don't worry," I scratched the top of Chester's head. "I won't go to jail for something that stupid!"

I never brought any of my work projects home; at home, I played some video games and kept to myself. I didn't have friends to play with online or to hang out at the bar. I liked being a lone wolf and liked doing things by myself.

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The following day, I was back at work on a few projects when the door opened.

"The answer is still no!" I barked before turning to look at who walked through my shop door.

"It is?" a voice asked.

I turned quickly, hoping it wasn't a customer.

"Oh," I said in surprise.

It was Gemma, Tylene's mom.

"Bad time?" Gemma asked.

"No, sorry," I stood up and walked over to her. "Mind the mess."

"It’s okay, reminds me of our garage," Gemma smiled.

"What can I help you with?" I asked.

Gemma wasn't like her daughter. She was curvy, taller, and much nicer.

"Well," Gemma leaned against the wooden desk. "I was wondering if that job offer was still open?"

"Oh, she sent you asking for her?"

I was a bit disappointed that Tylene would resort to sending her kind, sweet mother to ask for her.

"No!" Gemma quickly spat back. "Not for her, I wouldn't try to help her if she were…"

Gemma stopped herself. "Sorry, that’s not very kind of me," she held up her hand. "She is my flesh and blood, even though there are times, I could…" She stopped herself again.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Just over a year ago, she came to me," Gemma breathed slowly. "She said she had a friend who worked for a retirement company; she said that her friend could help Frank and me get back on the road to retirement."

I knew it had been a rough few years for Frank and Gemma, namely because of their two sons and three daughters. One of their sons was in and out of jail more than a yoyo went up and down. Another son had more kids with different mothers than anyone else in town.

It was the town joke that if a woman was pregnant, Dylan Hubbard was more than likely the father. He was a good-looking man with a tongue made of gold, or so the women said. Too bad he didn't have a nickel to his name. The daughters were just as bad. One had four kids with three different fathers, the other was always trying to get rich fast, and then there was Tylene, who was always looking for handouts.

So, Gemma and Frank, who were, at heart, good people and loved by many, were constantly shelling out money to fix something their kids had done when they should have been planning for their retirement.

"Let me guess it fell through?" I shook my head.

"It cost us nearly all of our savings!" Gemma was furious. "What little we had saved, it was gone!"

"Sorry to hear that," I apologized.

"Not your fault," Gemma calmed herself. "With things the way they are, I can’t afford to stay at the diner, it’s been dying there also."

"Doesn’t help they got one of those corporate diners across the street," I nodded.

"Took all our business," Gemma stated. "I am really good with books and numbers, I can help…"

I stopped her and held up one of my hands. "You got the job, I will be glad to have you, and I really do need the help."

Gemma pulled me to her and hugged me. "Thank you, thank you so so much!"

We sat down in my so-called office and came up with a way for me to pay her. I was going to pay her in cash, but she said it would be better for taxes and everything else if I set up an online payment account.

I had no idea what she was talking about or how to do it, but she said she could do it all. I was glad someone knew how to do the online stuff. I knew how to fix things and get them working, but I had no idea about all the other nerdy stuff.

Gemma left my store with a huge smile on her face.

I continued working for a few hours, and then I left to go home. Usually, I would have stopped by the gym to see if Tylene's truck was there, but instead I went straight home.

'So, you will give my mom a job, but not me?' Tylene texted me later that evening.

'Absolutely!' I quickly replied.

'Fuck you!' Tylene shot back. 'No wonder I dumped your sorry ass!'

I smiled.

'At least you made one good decision in your life,' I replied. 'I just saw that quarterback is taking his team to the playoffs again, what is that, three times in seven seasons?"

This time, there was no answer.

I knew I had won that battle. Tylene was constantly berating the guy for dumping her so publicly; he even talked about her in an interview during his rookie season, calling her money-hungry and loathsome.

As if Chester knew I was happy, he rubbed his head against my hand. "Yes, she probably won't bother me again for a while," I scratched his head.

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Gemma came into work the next day like a wrecking ball. The first thing she did was clean up my office. She started making neat piles of all my paperwork on the floor. It took her most of the day, but she had everything in neat piles.

The following day, she came in with a label maker, and together we started labeling all of the electronic devices. She wanted them labeled, to be worked on, finished, and not repairable. Then she started calling people, finding out what they had brought me, and letting them know when I would be ready.

On our day off, we went to the thrift store and got cabinets and file holders.

"It’s an office!" I exclaimed.

"Yup!" Gemma cheered as she sat down at her new desk, well, it was an old desk that I found at the thrift shop.

I took it home, repaired it, and stained it. It came out better than I thought. I did shell out some money for her a new chair.

"We can actually see the floor!" Gemma thumped her feet up and down on the carpet.

I truly was happy for her. She looked happier than I had ever seen her.

I sat down on another chair.

"So, what does Frank have to say about you working here?" I asked.

"I don’t care what he says," Gemma's face turned serious as she looked at her monitor. "He didn’t listen to me when he hired that twenty-year-old sex worker."

"Right, Marcie," I remembered hearing about that at the diner. Marcie was one of those online sex workers, showing off her body to the whole world.

"Please don’t say her name," Gemma said, looking at me.

"Of course," I agreed.

"Now," Gemma turned my attention to the monitor.

Slowly, she went over everything she had done already and what other things she had planned. She was taking some of the paperwork home to get sorted, as she believed I had overpaid on my taxes and was completely sure that some of the unopened mail contained a reimbursement check or checks.

I spent most of the night in the store making wooden shelves and slots on the wall for all the things she had helped me label.

There was a knock on the door just after nine. "We are closed!" I yelled over my rock music.

I saw Frank's face peering through the glass on the door.

I walked over to the door and opened it. "Frank," I said as he stepped inside.

"Johnathan," Frank said, shaking the snow off his jacket.

"What can I do for you?" I asked.

Frank stood there quietly for a while.

"I fucked up," Frank said solemnly as he walked further inside.

"Oh?" I was shocked.

Frank was the type of man who would never say he was in the wrong; he was the guy who always had someone else to point to if things went wrong, it was always someone else's fault.

"You have anything to drink in here?" Frank asked as he looked around.

"Sure," I went to the small fridge behind the desk and pulled out two beers.

"It will do," Frank sat down on one of the small chairs. He took a long swig of the canned beer and stared at me. "I fucked Marcie tonight, I mean just now."

It took all of me to hold the beer in my mouth and not spit it out all over the place. "What!" I yelled.

"I know!" Frank stood up.

Frank was a tall man, a very tall man. I stood six feet seven inches, and he towered over me; he wasn't just tall, but he was round as well.

I tried to picture short, tiny Marcie with him, and the picture in my head wasn't good. She was petite with fake knockers, not even big fake knockers; they were misshapen and ugly-looking. That's why she needed the job at the mechanic store: she didn't have that huge a following to earn her good money.

"We were doing the books in my office and then," Frank took another swig. "We sat down on the couch to go over some of the new prices and then we were…"

"Fucking?" I finished the sentence.

"Yeah, she was on top of me and bouncing and…"

"Fucking!" I shouted.

"Yes," Frank was trembling. "We didn’t use protection," he sat back down and put his head in his hands. "What if she gets pregnant?"

"You will be fucked!" I nodded.

"I am turning sixty-one this year," Frank stated. "I can't have a kid!"

In this town, hell, this county, if Marcie were pregnant, everyone would know, and the word abortion was the worst swear word anyone could use for miles. She would have to leave the county and maybe even the state.

"I think she might be pregnant already," I said.

"What?" Frank looked at me.

"Who initialized the…"

I couldn't bring myself to say sex, not when it came to petite, fucked up knockers, Marcie, and beer barrel Frank. It was more like a horror movie with sex involved.

Frank thought. "I mean it’s been a while since Gemma and I did anything together and I told Marcie that, and she was talking about her pictures and showing me some of her videos, and then we started kissing."

"Stop!" I held up my hand. "Please, stop."

I wouldn't be able to hold my beer in if he continued.

"We both started it," Frank said.

"I saw her with one of her regulars at the thrift store," I told him. "They were being very flirty."

"So, you think he might have knocked her up?"

"He is one of the meth heads we see down by the tracks," I shrugged. "She might see you as a way out of that predicament."

Frank smiled. "If she is pregnant I will ask for a blood test, before I pay anything."

"Still won’t get you out of trouble with Gemma," I added.

"I will cross that bridge when I get to it," he said, smiling now. "Thanks, Johnathan."

"That’s what I am here for, to fix shit!" I shrugged.

"You won’t tell anyone, right?" Frank asked.

"Tell anyone, what?" I looked at him.

"Good man!"

After Frank left, I stayed for a few more minutes finishing things, then headed home.

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Gemma was right, I had three checks in the mail, two from the IRS and one from the landlord stating that I had overpaid on my rent a couple of times.

With Gemma working for me in this small shop, things were getting organized quickly. She had me on a tight leash, making sure I finished things on time. Then she contacted the person, and they came and picked it up, and I moved on to the next one.

No more jumping from one to the other at random; she had me going in the order of what needed to be done next.

Winter left, and with it leaving came the hot weather, no longer wearing long jackets and sweaters, instead it was short sleeves and shirts.

Gemma nearly made me fall over when she came in one morning wearing a low-cut shirt and jeans. I knew she was big-breasted, but those things were fucking massive.

"You okay?" Gemma grinned as she caught me staring.

"Sorry, it’s just that," I shook my head. "I am sorry."

"It’s okay, I caught you off guard," Gemma seemed to be blushing. "They usually do that to guys."

"No kidding!" I grinned.

She walked past me and went into the office.

I liked having someone here with me; usually, I was all by myself in this shop for days on end, with not a single customer coming in.

I was used to playing my music to myself, so when I heard Gemma singing along, I smiled.

"You like this?" I asked.

"Yeah," Gemma grinned. "Just because I am a country girl doesn’t mean I don’t like rock music."

"Point taken," I noted.

"Come here for a moment," Gemma called for me.

I walked into the office, and she had a spreadsheet on her monitor. "Look," she smiled.

I tried to see what she was trying to show me.

"That is what you made last month," she pointed to a number. "This is what you are making this month, as of right now."

"Wow, that’s a huge difference," I said.

"Organization will get you money," Gemma nodded. "Now, you have to start having an online presence to get more customers."

She was right, with all the things she had me doing, I was close to running out of things to work on.

"So, a social media page?" I asked.

"Yeah, that will do it," Gemma agreed.

"You know how to do that?" I asked.

"Nope," Gemma shook her head.

"Crap," I knew where she was going.

"We pay her a flat fee every month to maintain it, that’s all," Gemma stated.

"So, she isn’t a part of this," I motioned to the store.

"Nope, a third-party consultant, that's all," Gemma nodded.

I didn't like the idea of going to Tylene, but she was good at social media.

Tylene beamed from ear to ear when Gemma and I asked her into the store for a consultation. She agreed right there and then to do it for the flat fee.

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"Did you know!" Gemma shouted as she walked into the shop one morning.

'Shit!' It had been three months since Frank walked in with the news that he had fucked Marcie.

"You did!" Gemma stormed into her office.

"I did, but I didn’t know she was pregnant," I tried to talk to her as I chased after her.

"Well, she is," Gemma put her things down.

"Well, fuck!" I slumped down into the chair.

"Exactly!" Gemma shook her head. "Like we don’t have enough problems!"

"Maybe it's not his," I stated.

Gemma turned to look at me. "He still fucked her."

"Yes, he did," I nodded.

I was trying to look at her eyes, but her cleavage was pulling my eyes downward.

Gemma laughed. "You can stop trying, you are failing at it."

"I can’t help it," I responded.

"Well, I am glad I didn’t get that reduction then," Gemma said proudly.

"Why?" I asked.

"Then I wouldn’t have so much fun seeing you trying not to stare at them," Gemma said, smiling.

"I really am trying not to," I grinned.

"You can give up, and just stare at them, they don’t mind," Gemma fully turned, so I got the full view.

"My god!" I stated. She put her arms under them and lifted.

"They are heavy as fuck too," Gemma let them go.

Even with her sitting down in the chair, they were touching her thighs.

"Fucking huge!" I exclaimed.

"I passed huge a long time ago, sweetie, I don't think there is a word to describe these," she smiled.

I tried to think of names, ginormous, immense, and other names kept popping up in my head, but they all fell short of what I was looking at.

"Sorry, I have to stop, it’s inappropriate," I stood up.

"Sit!" Gemma pulled my arm, so I sat back down. "It’s been a very long time since they have drawn this much attention."

"I am sure they get a lot of attention," I kept staring at them; the sheer size of just one was bigger than my whole head. They took up most of her body.

"Well, disgust is usually the attention they get from both men and women," Gemma told me. "Most women tell me that I should get a reduction, and most guys including Frank tell me to get a reduction."

"So, they weren’t this big when you got married?" I asked.

"Oh no," Gemma shook her head. "When I got pregnant the first time with the twin boys, they expanded, then again when I had Francine, then Hailee, and then Tylene made them explode. The doctors said I got a case of Macromastia after Tylene was born, it didn't stop until much later, and Tada!"

Gemma squeezed her huge breasts. "This is the outcome!"

"And Frank?" I asked.

"Hasn’t touched them since," Gemma sat back and watched as I couldn't take my eyes off her chest. "Or me."

"Wait," I looked up at her. "Since when?"

"Frank hasn’t touched me or wanted me in over nine years or more, I stopped counting," Gemma shrugged. "He stated I get a reduction or else, and the doctors told me that in some cases it could happen again even flare up worse than before, so I aired on the side of caution and kept them."

"Ah," I nodded.

"You stopped staring," Gemma pointed out.

"Well, you were talking," I laughed.

"You can stare and talk, or do they have you tongue tied?"

"Both?"

"I like this," Gemma giggled.

"I should get to work," I tried to stand, but Gemma pulled me back down. "You work a lot and…."

She stared at my crotch. "Are you?"

"Yeah, I can't help it," I tried to hide my erection.

Gemma moved my hand away from my crotch. "Let me see," she looked at me.

"Now, here?" I asked.

"Yes," Gemma said.

We had no one coming in, no appointments, but the front door was still open. Anyone could walk inside.

"I will close the door," I got up and rushed for the front door, turning the open sign to closed and locking the door.

I raced back to the office. Gemma grabbed me by the hips and pulled me close to her as she sat in her chair.

In seconds, she had my jeans down to my ankles and my cock out.

"Never seen a black cock before," Gemma stared at it before wrapping her hand around it. "I am not disappointed."

I was not huge, or had one of those interracial porn comic cocks, the ones where they depicted cocks half the length of their bodies. It was just above average at eight inches, but it was thick.

"I love it," Gemma moved the chair forward towards me and opened her mouth.

Over eleven years later, after her daughter was the first and only person who had sucked my cock, Gemma's mouth took my cock inside.

"Fuck," I let out a long, drawn-out moan.

Gemma gripped my hips and my ass and pulled me toward her.

I looked down at her as she started sucking my cock, bouncing her head back and forth as she took me in and out of her mouth.

Gemma seemed to be enjoying having my cock in her mouth more than I did, as she had one hand on my ass, gripping it, and the other down her jeans.

"Fuck, it's been so long!" Gemma exclaimed as her mouth left my cock. "I want it so bad," she shook her head. "Like I am an addict!"

Before I could say a word, her mouth was assaulting my cock again, her throat tightened around my cock as she deep-throated me.

I gripped her shoulders only for balance as the sounds of Gemma sucking my cock filled the small office.

"I want it!" Gemma snarled as she released my cock.

Gemma stood up, pushing the chair aside. "Fuck me!"

She turned around and put her hands on the desk; her large ass was before me.

I yanked down her jeans and then her blue panties. "Do it!" Gemma roared as she looked back at me. "Fuck me!"

I gripped her wide hips and pushed my cock into her tight, wet hole. It instantly felt like she was pulling me into her; the grip on my cock tightened the more I pushed into her.

"Yes!" Gemma cried out as she arched her back and pushed her ass upwards. "Finally!"

I held her hips tightly as I pushed deeper.

It was hard for me to imagine it, but I had only had my cock in two women in my life, only two. The first was Tylene, and now the second was her mother, Gemma.

"Fuck me!" Tylene shouted. She started bucking her body back and forth.

I started to fuck her, started to thrust into her, but it seemed Gemma was doing all the work. "I feel like I am twenty again!" Gemma shouted as she was bouncing back and forth. "I want your cock so bad!"

"You have it," I tried to say, but Gemma was cock lusted and wasn't listening to me.

"I want all of it!" Gemma shouted and pushed off the desk.

I was pushed backward on my feet, and my back thudded against the wall behind me. I was trapped between Gemma's large ass and the wall.

"Yes!" Gemma pushed back on me, crushing me into the wall. "Yes, just like that!" she yelled.

My back against the wall with nowhere to move, she used me; she bucked back and forth. My back was hitting the wall with every thrust she gave. Back and forth.

"Gemma!" I tried to say as she forcefully thrust her large ass onto my body.

"I've waited for a big cock to use," Gemma went forward, then shot her whole weight back onto me.

Thud

My back hit the wall with a loud thud. Then she did it again, forward, then back.

Thud

"You're mine now!" Gemma stated.

She lowered her body even further, just like a center on the front lines of a football team, ready to hike the ball to the quarterback. Her thick hips widened as she lowered her center of gravity and impaled me to the wall.

"Holy fuck!" I gasped as she slammed me harder against the wall; it felt like she was lifting me off my feet.

"Mine!" Gemma shouted.

Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud

My back repeatedly slammed backward with each thrust she made. I was being used, and I loved it!

"Fuck, I am cumming!" I surrendered after minutes of being slammed into the wall by Gemma's thick ass and mighty hips.

Gemma shot her body forward and, with one mighty thrust, ground me into the wall and held me there.

I knew my feet were off the ground, and her ass was holding me up.

I came inside her, holding on for dear life. Slowly, she released me from my prison. "I think we are going to need someone to patch the wall," I smiled as there were small cracks in the drywall.

"We should just replace it, with something sturdier," Gemma panted as she was out of breath.

"Yeah, that’s a good idea, especially since I don’t think that will be the last time," I grinned.

"Definitely not the last time," Gemma agreed.

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Frank stood outside my house. He was leaning against his work truck as I pulled in.

My heart dropped a little as he approached me. "Gemma found out," he said.

"Oh yeah," I nodded.

"It’s not mine," Frank sighed. "You were right, she was trying to get one over on me."

"You did the test?" I asked.

"Nope, the moment I asked for the test, she started giving reasons as to why she shouldn’t do it and when I told her I wouldn’t pay her a dime until I knew the baby was mine, she left," Frank said.

"Yeah, she knew it wasn’t yours," I stated.

"How mad is she?" Frank asked.

I thought about what had happened back at the store. "Not mad, but I wouldn’t go home today, if I were you," I stared at him.

"I can stay at a friend’s house for a couple of days," Frank nodded. "It will give her time to calm down a little bit."

"Good idea!" I smiled.

We talked a little more before he headed home.

Tylene called me later that evening to give me a report on her activities and what traffic she was getting on our social media page.

I knew things at the shop were going to get a lot better.

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"Thanks for your business," I smiled as I let a customer out the door.

"That it?" Gemma asked.

"Yeah, that's the last appointment for the day," I smiled as I walked back to my work desk.

Gemma went to the door and turned the sign to closed.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I looked at her.

Gemma started unbuttoning her top. "Thought you should take the girls for a spin," she said as she stood in front of me with her top wide open.

"Fuck me!" I stared at her large tits, nearly pouring out.

"I did that yesterday," Gemma snickered. "Now it’s your turn to fuck them."

"Don’t have to tell me twice!" I happily approached Gemma as she sat down in her chair and exposed her huge naturals to me.

"Holy fuck!" I stared at the enormous breasts before me.

"Are you just going to stare at them?" Gemma teased as she licked the top of one and then the other. "Or are you going to fuck them?"

I had never gotten my pants down faster in my whole life.

I straddled her chair and placed my cock between them. "Bye bye!" Gemma teased as she slammed her breasts over my cock, making it completely disappear.

I fucked her massive tits, hard, right from the start. I held the back of the chair to stop it from rolling back and forth, and Gemma held her tits and stared at me.

"Fuck yes!" I shouted and cheered.

I was fucking the biggest natural tits in this town, probably the whole county, even the state. Gemma smiled at me. "We should probably make this a daily thing?"

"You will get no argument from me," I responded.

"You would love to fuck my tits every day?" Gemma asked as she watched me fuck her tits.

"Oh yes, definitely," I nodded, watching her massive tits and knowing my cock was beneath them.

"Then so be it, you can fuck them every day," Gemma grinned.

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That's how it started. And to this day, two years later from the first time, we fucked. I have been fucking Gemma's huge tits every single day. I haven't missed a day yet, and I don't plan on ever missing one.

So, what has happened since then, you ask?

Frank and Gemma are still married; their kids are still a pain in the ass. Gemma and I sold that store location and moved into a bigger store at a different location. Business is doing well, and we are making a lot of money. Tylene got fired from her job, but got a better job doing promotions for small businesses on social media, something she is actually good at. She got pregnant by the same guy who knocked up Marcie.

Frank and Tylene have no clue that Gemma and I are fucking like rabbits.

Oh and the location we are at doesn't have dry wall for its walls it is brick, so Gemma can slam me into the wall and bounce her big ass on my cock as hard as she wants, and she does it at least once a week, the other day she did it for the first time with my dick in her ass, and I am lucky my cock is still attached.

As always, I have to end this story with the usual disclaimer. None of the names and locations is real; only the story itself is real. So, please don't try to ruin my fun. Happy reading!

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