Tom Allison - Bosom buddy secretary

Half of the building's fourth floor was reserved for the presidential offices, and the big-titted teenager felt suitably impressed as she strode down the long, red-carpeted corridor to Mr. Archer's private suites.

Golly, these furnishings sure had cost a lot of money, Cheryl thought. She fingered an antique-looking vase stationed outside the towering double doors, and wondered if the Metro Industries shareholders knew anything about the elaborate decor.

"Come in," a cold female voice said from inside.

Cheryl turned the massive doorknob and let herself in. The outer office she now found herself in was vast, with floor-to-ceiling windows affording a spectacular view of Metro City. Stationed at the center of this outer office was a single desk, behind which sat a slim, statuesque, immaculately dressed woman in her mid-thirties.

It was only as she meekly crossed the room and stood in front of the desk that Cheryl also saw – or rather, couldn't help noticing – that the woman also had an incredibly huge pair of tits. Even bigger than her own, though the woman was also quite a bit taller.

The woman, at first, didn't acknowledge Cheryl's presence. Then she sat back behind the desk, studied Cheryl coldly, and made a sniffing sound. Despite her snotty manner, she was quite pretty. Cheryl found herself staring at the woman's long, wavy black hair.

"I'm Cheryl," the girl said.

"I would have guessed," the woman replied with a sneer, staring significantly at Cheryl's giant tits. "I'm Peggy Benson, Mr. Archer's personal secretary."

"Oh. Okay. It's good to meet you."

"I wish I could say the same."

"Mr. Graham said you've got some special work for me to do. I… I'm afraid I'm not that… I'm afraid I'm not that fast a typist, but I can still…"

"Be quiet!"

Cheryl blinked, staring. The woman's full lips curled in a snide smile. She drummed her fingers on the desk.

"Mr. Graham thinks there's some extra work here," she said. "But what he thinks and what is actually the case are separate things. I told that to Mr. Graham so he'd send you without giving me any shit about it. I wanted to have a look at you, Cheryl."

"I… I guess I… I guess I don't know what… to say."

"Let me just ask you this. Which have you spent more time doing, Cheryl? Fucking your new boss or improving your typing speed?"

Cheryl just stared at the executive secretary, struggling to comprehend the significance of what had just been said to her. Ms. Benson's full lips curled in a knowing smile. She pushed her chair away from the desk, folded her arms under her giant tits and looked up at Cheryl haughtily.

"I… I don't think I really know what you mean," Cheryl said nervously.

"Of course you do. I know everything that goes on at Metro Industries. I know why you were removed from Mr. Wayne's supervision, and I also know what a notorious liking Mr. Graham has for young, bosomy girls. I'm sure you had his cock in your mouth as soon as you started working for him. Don't you dare try to deny it!"

Cheryl just stood still, quivering with shame and embarrassment, wondering how she could get out of this awful new predicament. Then Ms. Benson rose, standing a full four inches taller than Cheryl as she crossed the room and glowered at the busty blonde.

"I have a nice body, don't I?" Ms. Benson hissed.

"Wh-what? I… I don't understand."

"I said, do I have a nice body? You heard me. And I used my body to get where I am." Ms. Benson nodded, anticipating Cheryl's reaction. "That's right. Used it. I make four thousand dollars a month. I'm Mr. Archer's secretary, exclusively. Mr. Archer also happens to have something of a liking for large-breasted women. It's a liking I'm happy to satisfy."

Peggy Benson stepped very close, so close that Cheryl almost felt physically afraid.

"Johnson Archer is mine. All mine. You are never, ever to come up here and parade those big knockers of yours in front of him. He's my meal ticket, and if I ever think you're trying to steal him from me, I'll nail your little fanny but good!"

"But I wasn't even thinking about anything like that!"

"Then you don't have anything to worry about, do you?" Ms. Benson smiled haughtily. "Of course, now I'd like you to do me another favor."

The tall, stacked brunette stepped back, sliding her shapely ass onto the desk top behind her. Then she shocked the girl by swiftly pulling her dress up, exposing stockings, garter belts, and an absence of panties. Cheryl's eyes bulged as she ogled the very hairy black bush fringing the executive secretary's cunt.

"I want you to lick me," Ms. Benson hissed.

"What?"

"Do it, you little tramp, unless you want to be looking for another job this afternoon! Right now, Cheryl! I've got the clout to get you fired any time."

"But, Ms. Benson!"

"I said get on your knees and start eating cunt, you little whore!" Ms. Benson hissed. "Two more seconds of dawdling and you're fired! Eat it, Cheryl, right now!"

And then Cheryl did it. Everything was moving so fast, she felt, too fast for her to really decide if what she was doing was right or wrong. Ms. Benson's pussy was all wet and sticky, and Cheryl could actually smell the tangy, fishy fuck-juices across the room. If she didn't do what Ms. Benson wanted, she'd be looking for another job. Cheryl realized that she just didn't have any choice but to start licking pussy immediately.

It was for her brother's career.

"That's a good girl," Ms. Benson smiled, pleased by Cheryl's submissiveness as the busty blonde crossed the room and knelt in front of the desk. "Now you just be a sweet little whore and put your mouth right on my pussy, Cheryl."

Cheryl submissively kissed her way up the older secretary's thighs, blushing with shame, yet, feeling her own cunt moistening with arousal. She pressed her mouth on Ms. Benson's hairy cunt bush, tasting another woman's hot, creamy pussy for the first time.

Gosh, it really tasted good! It was almost as fantastic as locking her lips around a big, throbbing cock and sucking out a bellyful of cum. Cheryl started licking and lapping immediately, more excited than she'd ever thought she could be, her fat nipples stiffening in her bra cups as she tasted the musky wetness of Ms. Benson's pussy.

"Mmmm, that's a good girl," Ms. Benson purred. The huge-titted older brunette clutched Cheryl's head lightly, beginning to hump and rock her ass cheeks off the desk. "You like licking pussy, don't you, Cheryl? It makes you horny to taste another woman's pussy, doesn't it?" Cheryl was too busy eating pussy to answer. Yes, it definitely was making her horny! She raised her hands, pressing Ms. Benson's outer cuntlips with her fingers, parting them delicately. This revealed the pink inner juiciness of the older secretary's pussy, and the fat little nub of her clit.

Ms. Benson shuddered as Cheryl started licking and lapping the ultra-sensitive nubbin, pushing it from side to side with her tongue. Ms. Benson's inner thighs twitched as Cheryl took the fat, nut-sized clit between her lips, sucking it forcefully, guiding the older woman steadily to orgasm.

"Oh, you little bitch, that's right," Ms. Benson groaned throatily. "Suck it, you little cunt! Unngghhh! Suck my pussy! Unnggh! Oh, put your fingers in it now! I need to cum!"

Cheryl straightened her fingers, gently worming them into the narrow, sucking interior of Ms. Benson's fuck-channel. Then she started jacking the older woman off, fast and hard, banging her knuckle rhythmically on the puffy outer lips of Ms. Benson's fuck-hole.

Her tongue swirled and danced all over Ms. Benson's fat clit, licking the underside one moment, then lapping the fat bud from side to side. Benson's inner thighs twitched and trembled more dramatically, and Cheryl knew the older woman was about to get off. She jammed a third finger up Ms. Benson's pussy and started finger-fucking as fast as she could.