Starting from Scratch Ep. 062: VEND OveR

"Best friend's husband. You tell me?" She panted enjoying his slamming cock making her weight rise and fall against the plexiglass in a echoing squeal due to his rocking the vending machine. One hand on top of the machine, his other on her shoulder.

"You dating that Roger guy?"

"First date tomorrow. Just having fun."

"So am I. Sweet ass you got here Counsellor." He abandons her hair to rub her right butt cheek while maintaining a steady seesaw effect.

"That's what the students say when I walk by."

"You show off in front of the students?"

"On occasion. Let's not talk about them. Is there a Mrs. Ed...no horse pun intended." She giggled. It wasn't as if Ed even knew about some talking TV horse.

"I make my rounds."

"That's what any good Vendor would say. You should put that on a promotional t-shirt." She whines at his increased speed of thrust but suddenly ponders if Mace would remember to pick up the Cheerleader shirts from the print shop. A reminder text after her morning sex would be sent.

Growling after a mere four minutes of nailing Piper from behind Special Ed pulled out of her and shot his load on her ass, soothing her still tender cheeks. The unsatisfying sex made Piper fidget. Maybe Special Ed wasn't so special after all. After two hours of torturous pleasure at Henry McKellen's mercy she realized that it was going to be tough finding any man who could keep up like him. Of course, she had a multitude of options as a helping hand. If one man couldn't satisfy her there was always plenty more lining up outside her door. She was actually okay with that theory. Variety is the spice of life they say.

As he eases away and zips up Piper sighs and pulls her skirt down, top up until she looked properly dressed in her reflection. "Ooooo! Flaming Hot Cheetos."

"Sorry! I usually last longer. Maybe you're just hotter than those Cheetos."

"You did just fine Eduardo." She turns to face him and eases closer to pat his unshaven stubble, not wanting to hurt his feelings.

"You didn't get off."

"Next time maybe." She winks.

"Next Friday?"

"We'll see." She bats her eyes then breaks into a playful song, a twisted version of the great Peggy Lee's Hey Big Spender turning it into, "HEY BIG VENDOR." Again over his head. It was fun to watch her hips jolt from side to side for his amusement. She sighed finally and pats his chest, "Time to make my rounds."

"Cheetos on me?" He chuckled.

"Mmmm! I better watch my figure."

"I'm sure everyone is watching it for you."

"That's true. Okay you persuaded me." She steps aside to let him reopen the vending machine door and pluck out a bag of Cheetos and passes it to her. Accepting it with a playful pinch to the bag's seal she turns her back to Ed but leers over her shoulder with a flirty gaze. Hiking her skirt one last time to let him see his drying cum on her fiery red cheeks she giggles, "Flaming Hot Cheeko's."

"Damn right!" Ed agreed with that ASSessment. Once she faded away Ed growled, peering down at his waning erection. "Now if it had been that Mavis lady I think I'd fucked her all day." Surrrre he would. His final actions were more Ed, seeing Piper's tits smudged into the plexiglass he used an index finger to draw eyebrows and glasses around the compressions. "HA! MINIONS!"

Returning to her cubicle intent on texting Mace about the shirt pickup, Piper finds Carl at his desk typing a letter. Lifting her skirt up in back she sits on the edge of his desk and opens her snack. Chewing one she leers at her boss. "Flaming Not Cheeto?" He looked up and declined with a hand motion.

"Meet Special Ed?"

"You tell me." She lifts her skirt more to allow Carl to see drying streaks of cum amid her red blemished bottom.

"So you leave tracks on my desk?"

"He's cute, but not so special really."

"You're cleaning up where you're seated." He points at her cheeks still in view.

"Isn't the Janitor's name Ed too?"

Carl shakes his head trying not to laugh, "I call him Mop Ed...like Mop Head. He has dreadlocks."

"Driving Instructor? Ed also?"

"Driver's Ed." Carl chuckles.

"Sex Ed work here too?"

"Edwina. She retired two years ago. You missed out. Mallory Unger has her job now."

"Con Ed?"

"Incarcerated."

"Might be my Ex's cellmate." She smirks then offers a saddened look. Piper had tried her best to keep her mind off of her ex-husband Davon Liberty. "Okay, I'm off." She hopped down and started to go to her cubicle behind him for her cell. Hearing Carl clear his throat and point at the edge of his desk where a faint residue of moistness was left on the surface. Looking back she fidgets then returns to the desk and leans over to lick where she had sat. Carl winced with a gross expression. "What? I think it was my wetness, he dried up long ago. I taste pretty good." She licks her lips, "Spicy even. Oh, wait! That's just the Cheetos."

"Why did I hire you?"

Leaning over his shoulder she exhales a gust of breath at his face, the heat shared making him wince.

"That answers that."

Holla Penis!