Tom Allison - Bosom buddy secretary

"I'm cumming!" Ms. Benson squealed. "Suck it, you little bitch! Suck my pussy! Unngghh! Oh, yes, oh, fuck! Cummiiinngg!"

Ms. Benson's pussy spasmed violently, sucking wetly around Cheryl's fingers, the fat little clit pulsing obscenely between her lips. Cheryl avidly kept licking, sucking and finger-fucking, guiding the bitchy older secretary through the force of her cum. She didn't stop fingering and licking pussy until nearly a minute later, when the drained, satisfied Ms. Benson finally pushed her away.

"All right. That's enough," Ms. Benson panted. The older secretary slid off the desk, hastily smoothing her dress back down around her thighs. Then she looked at Cheryl meanly. "Well? What're you still standing around here for?"

"I… well…"

"You thought you were going to get your pussy licked too, didn't you?"

"I…"

"Well, fat chance, Miss Blondie Big Tits! Fat chance!" Ms. Benson snarled. "Now you just get your trampy little ass out of this office this instant. And remember what I told you. You keep your gold-digging little hands off of Mr. Archer! He's mine!"

Which, as far as Cheryl was concerned, was just fine…

If Ms. Benson hadn't put the idea in her head, she never would have thought of fucking Mr. Archer anyway. She hadn't even known who he was!

The next week passed happily for the big titted, constantly horny blonde teenager. She did so much office-hours fucking with Mr. Graham that his productivity rating for the week dropped a notch.

And she also did her usual amount of fucking with Kenny at home. But, Kenny's mood wasn't nearly as chipper as Cheryl had come to expect from him.

It took nearly a week, but Cheryl finally pried the reason for this out of her shy little brother. It was his knee again, Kenny confessed. The soreness hadn't gone away, and his kicking motion just wouldn't be what it had been before unless the problem was resolved. Without surgery, it wouldn't be resolved.

The good news was that the surgery required would be so simple and painless that he could be back on the playing field a day later. The bad news was that it would require a specialist, which was expensive.

The operation would cost three thousand dollars, cash up front.

Mr. Graham didn't have it. Cheryl knew she couldn't borrow it. With Ms. Benson's threat ringing in her ears, she decided that there was only one thing she could do.

"Hi, Ms. Benson. It's me again. Do you mind if I talk to you for a minute?"

"Yes, I do mind."

It was seven the next morning, and Cheryl had accosted the snooty older secretary in the fourth-floor corridor – with the exception of a few engineers in the basement, the building was still deserted. Ms. Benson always arrived before anyone else.

"Well, it's kinda important, Ms. Benson. It'll only take a second. I swear."

"All right!" Ms. Benson glowered at her. "What is it, then?"

"Well, I… I don't know how to tell you this, but… well… I need you to help me get my tampons."

"What?"

"They're in the storage room." Cheryl grimaced and hopped up and down, as if in pain. "I… I always keep some extras at work and I hid 'em in the storage room, on account of that stuff embarrasses me, and I guess one of the janitors must have moved 'em. The box I hid 'em in is on a top shelf now, and I can't reach it. I'm not tall enough! And you are!"

"Oh, this is ridiculous!"

"Puh-leeze, Ms. Benson! I don't want to drip all over everything! Please, can't you just help me? Oh, please!"

"Oh, all right, for God's sake!" Ms. Benson snapped. "Anything to shut your silly little mouth. Let's go."

They walked to the storage room down the hall, with the anxious-looking Cheryl leading the way. It was a small, windowless cubicle, completely separate and insulated from the rest of the building. Cheryl opened the door and let Ms. Benson enter first.

"Now where is this ridiculous box you're referring to?"

"Gosh, it's not there after all!" Cheryl was already stepping back, closing the door, with the woman still inside. "Guess I made a mistake, Ms. Benson. Bye…"

She shut the locked door on the older secretary's screams of rage.

Cheryl hurried down the hall to Mr. Archer's office, wondering how long she had before someone discovered the hapless Ms. Benson and let her out.

"Well, well, well!" Mr. Archer turned out to be a good-looking, husky, gray-haired man in his fifties. He looked up in surprise as Cheryl entered his office. "Now who are you, young lady? I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting."

"Hi, Mr. Archer. I'm Cheryl, Ms. Benson's substitute for the day."

"Ms. Benson's substitute? She never mentioned anything to me."

"I guess she forgot. Anyhow, I'm her substitute. My name's Cheryl Dawson, and I'm totally and absolutely at your service for the day. And I must say what a pleasure it is to be at your service, too, because I've heard a lot about you and admired you, and I happen to think you're very handsome, too."

"You do?" The company president grinned broadly. "Why thank you so much."

"Mr. Archer, do you mind if I hang up my coat in here? There's no coat rack outside."

"You go right ahead and be my guest."

Cheryl removed her coat, placing it neatly on the rack, taking her time, turning back to the company president as nonchalantly as possible. As she'd known it would be, however, Mr. Archer's face was bug-eyed with his astonishment.

The blouse she wore was completely transparent, and she was braless underneath it. The blonde teenager's enormous, creamy-white tits were completely exposed, the big red nipples rising through the fabric. Mr. Archer groaned audibly as he ogled her mountainous tits, and Cheryl was relieved to see a big cock bulge growing in his pants.

"Is there something wrong, Mr. Archer? You're looking at me kinda funny."

"Wrong?" He made a wheezing sound. "No, no…"

"Oh, gosh, Mr. Archer! Look at your pants! Oh, I'm so sorry! I've given you a big boner!"

Mr. Archer gasped, staring down at his swollen crotch in utter disbelief. Cheryl knew she didn't have any time to be subtle. Swiftly, she dropped to her knees in front of the company president, briskly kneading his cock through his pants.

"Young lady, what on earth are you doing?"

"I'm taking care of your boner, Mr. Archer. Oh, golly, I'm so sorry for giving you a hard-on. I know Ms. Benson usually takes care of your hard-on for you, and now I better do it, too! I just should have known better than to wear this blouse. Oh, gosh, lemme just take your dick out this instant and make it feel better!"

Mr. Archer was too shocked to protest. Instead, he just sat there, looking on dazedly as Cheryl unzipped his slacks and pulled them roughly down to his ankles. Then it was the girl's turn to be shocked. Considering his age, she'd expected that this would be one fuck session she'd really have to suffer through.

Instead, she felt her pussy moistening immediately as she realized that Mr. Archer had the biggest prick in the whole company.

"Oh, Mr. Archer!"

His cock was a real monster, over ten inches long and as thick as her wrist. Wonderingly, Cheryl stared at the doorknob-sized crown of the man's huge, meaty fucker, seeing how red the cockhead was, how it was already dripping with pre-cum. She wrapped her hand around his prick, jacking hard. Archer sighed as his piss hole opened up, bubbling out more pre-cum.

"Oh, Mr. Archer, I had no idea!" Cheryl licked her lips, jacking the man's cock hard and fast. "Oh, what a big beauty you have, Mr. Archer! Oh, gosh, I just can't wait to help make it go down!"

The boner was throbbing and oozing, dripping out creamy droplets of pre-cum onto her hand. Cheryl couldn't restrain herself. She opened her mouth wide, lowering her head, plunging the company president's cock lance as deeply into her mouth as she could.