Tom Allison - Bosom buddy secretary

"Cumming!" Wayne groaned, almost braying out the word. "Suck my prick, you little whore! Unngggh!"

The sticky white cum started spewing out of his cock, the size of the load indicating that it had been a long, full day since her boss had last drained his balls of jism. Again and again, the salty-tasting cum raked out of his cock head, making the girl gag and choke as the hot, slimy torrent spewed down her throat.

Cheryl clung to his cum-spraying pisser, loving the taste of his cum almost in spite of herself. But there was more of his cock cream this morning than even she could swallow. A lewd stream of his cum ran out of the corner of her mouth around the jizz-spraying hard-on, running down her chin and dripping obscenely on her overstuffed blouse.

Gosh, this was just awful, she thought. Everybody was looking at her and snickering.

Fifteen minutes later, Cheryl sat at her little desk in the steno pool, pretending to be concentrating on some meaningless busy work while struggling to ignore the giggles she heard around her. Her attempts to clean the cum stain off her blouse had been unsuccessful. The wet spot showed clearly on her blouse, and she also knew that several girls had seen how wet and shiny her mouth had looked on the way out of Mr. Wayne's office.

Everybody knew she was giving blow-jobs to her boss! It was terrible!

"Cheryl Dawson?"

Cheryl looked up. A snide-looking secretary was standing over her, holding a slip of paper.

"Yes?"

"You're wanted in Mr. Graham's office, upstairs."

"But…" Cheryl stood, self consciously. "Who's Mr. Graham?"

"He's the department supervisor. He said he wants to see you immediately."

The department supervisor! Now she knew she was in trouble.

Cheryl rushed out of the steno pool, her high heeled shoes clacking on the tiled floor, her enormous tits jiggling under her blouse. She considered the reasons for the summons as she proceeded to Mr. Graham's office, and sadly concluded that her suspicions had to be correct – she was in trouble. There was no other reason someone so important in Metro Industries would want to see her.

"Yes? Who is it?" The voice behind Mr. Graham's office door sounded strong, authoritative.

"Cheryl Dawson," said Cheryl, meekly.

"Come in."

Cheryl entered, blushing as she closed the door behind her. The office was larger than the others she'd seen in the company, which, considering Mr. Graham's rank, was no surprise. He sat behind a broad desk in the center of the room, a tall, immaculately dressed, surprisingly handsome man in his late thirties.

"Sit down, Cheryl."

He wasn't acting mad at her, Cheryl noticed. She sat on the big couch facing his desk, feeling slightly more at ease as she noticed Mr. Graham's easy manner and gracious smile. The department supervisor leaned back in his chair and pressed his fingers thoughtfully together in front of his chest.

"Do you know what I want to see you about, Cheryl?"

"No, I sure don't sir!"

"Cheryl, this is a little awkward to say." Mr. Graham pursed his lips, still smiling. "I'm afraid there have been same rumors floating around about you in the steno pool. About your relationship with Mr. Wayne, your superior. Can you guess what those rumors might be?"

Uh-oh, Cheryl thought.

"I don't think so, Mr. Graham."

"Actually, I don't think you're being candid, Cheryl. I think you could easily guess, if you were so inclined. But, you're not. It's understandable." Mr. Graham cleared his throat. "The rumor is that you don't really have any work to do for Mr. Wayne. The rumor is that you are, instead, having sex with him. Frequently. Every day."

Oh boy…

"Please be honest, Cheryl." The department supervisor suddenly pushed his swivel chair away from the desk, sliding it around in front of her, so she could see his whole body. "Are these rumors true?"

Oh no! Cheryl knew her cheeks were beet red. She shook her head unconvincingly. "No, they're sure not true. Not at all. No!"

Gosh, why couldn't she be a better liar? Mr. Graham's lip curled with wry amusement. He shook his head slowly, meaningfully.

"Cheryl, it's really not very nice to tell fibs. Mr. Wayne is being dealt with separately in this matter. Now, I'm going to ask you again, and please remember, you do not represent yourself well telling lies. Are the rumors true?"

The pause was long and tense. Cheryl took a deep breath, unconscious of how enormous her tits looked under her blouse. Then she blushed shamefully and nodded her head.

"They're true."

"Ummm. That's what I thought."

"I… I had to do it… I had to do it, Mr. Graham!" Cheryl said miserably. "I need the money, and I'm trying to put my little brother through school and, everything, on account of what a great athlete he is, and I just couldn't find another job. Honest!"

"You can relax, Cheryl. No one's saying you're being fired."

"Excuse me?"

"You're perfectly welcome to stay on as an employee of Metro Industries. As a matter of fact, there may be a substantial raise in it for you."

This silence was even longer. Cheryl stared at the strangely smiling department supervisor, wondering why she hadn't already been canned on the spot. Then, finally, she lowered her eyes and looked at his crotch.

Golly, he really had a big cock bulge.

"Do you think you'd like to be my personal secretary, Cheryl?"

"Me? Well, gee…"

"Of course, you'd get a raise in your pay. How about sixteen hundred a month? How does that sound? Of course, this would be predicated on your ability and willingness to handle certain new employment requirements."

"I don't think I know what you mean, Mr. Graham."

"I think you do, Cheryl."

And then the handsome department supervisor put his hand on his swollen crotch and started rubbing it right in front of her. The busty teenager blushed deeper, wiggling on the couch as she felt her pussy getting all wet and itchy.

"Of course, you can always refuse, if you'd like." Her prospective new boss rubbed his cock bulge more blatantly. "In that case, I think I would have to dismiss you immediately. There wouldn't be any severance pay, I'm afraid. But it's your choice."

"I… I guess I do know what you're talking about after all, Mr. Graham."

Cheryl rose to her feet, blushing fiercely, her giant tits heaving under her blouse. She took three steps across the carpet, then knelt in front of her new boss' chair.

Graham looked down at her excitedly. Cheryl reached up, gently pulling his hands away, then undoing his belt and pulling down his zipper. Graham raised his hips to help her pull his slacks and underwear down to his ankles. Cheryl moaned in horny amazement as she saw the immense size of the stiff prick that throbbed up to pulse in front of his stomach.

"Gosh, Mr. Graham! You've really got a big one!"

His cock was huge, an enormously thick, fat pussy-pleaser that rose stiffly out of his cock fur to pulse and jerk in front of his dress shirt.

Cheryl felt her pussy getting almost unbearably wet and sticky, seized with her near constant hunger to suck on big cocks and suck out their cum. She stared at the meaty prick shaft with wide eyes as she wrapped her fingers around the trunk and started jacking it swiftly.

"That's a good girl," Graham panted. "I… I think you're a fast learner after all, Cheryl."

Cheryl was too busy beating her new boss' meat to answer. Rhythmically, she whipped her fist up and down his big prick, her eyes still wide as she admired the size of the cock shaft. The skin of the wide, heart-shaped prick knob, was all stretched and rosy, and big drops of pre-cum were already dripping out of the piss slit. Mr. Graham hadn't even asked her to suck him yet, but Cheryl was too horny to stop herself. Hungrily, she leaned down, kissing and licking his prick tip, lapping up the oozing pre-cum.