Tom Allison - Bosom buddy secretary

"Fuck my cunt, fuck my horny cunt!" Cheryl cried. "Unnggggh! Cumming now! Oh, shit, oh, fuck-cumming!"

Her pussy burst exquisitely into orgasm, spasming around his pounding fucker, sucking at the driving stiffness of his prick. Again and again, the cum pumped sweetly through her, filling her with all the ecstasy of orgasmic release.

The company president kept fucking as hard as he could, guiding her through her orgasm. Then his ten-inch fuck organ grew even stiffer inside her pussy, and Cheryl knew her cunt was about to be showered with another gushing of cum.

"Oh, Cheryl!"

The man's sticky cum spewed into her pussy tunnel, basting the overheated inner cunt walls with a soothing tide of jizz. Cheryl eagerly wiggled and flexed her fucking muscles around the cum-spurting prick, helping the company president to shoot out all of his cock cream.

"Mmmmm, Mr. Archer," she panted. "I really loved it, Mr. Archer… you're such a good old fucker… oh, pardon me, you're such a good fucker… oh, please, keep pounding my pussy…"

But Mr. Archer wasn't finished, at least for the time being. Slowly, he slid his giant prick out of her pussy, the huge cock finally beginning to soften slightly. He slid down Cheryl's lush body, pausing to fondle her huge tits, hungrily sucking the stiff nipples. Then he surprised her again by sliding down lower, lying on his belly between her legs.

"Oh, Mr. Archer! What're you doing now?"

"I always love to lick a pussy after it's had a good fucking…" Archer mumbled.

Hungrily, be started lapping her pussy, thrusting his tongue into the buttery cunt slit, shamelessly licking his own cum out of her cunt. Cheryl whimpered with pleasure, holding his head as she started humping her ass off the floor.

The pussy-licking session was well under way when the door flew open a minute later, revealing an out-of-breath, extremely angry Ms. Benson.

"You scheming little cunt!"

"Why, hello there, Peggy," said Mr. Archer, quite sociably, raising his head from Cheryl's throbbing pussy as nonchalantly as if she'd only interrupted him eating lunch. "I'd like you to meet Cheryl…"

"We've already met!"

"She's your new replacement, Peggy. Your permanent replacement."

"His motion is very good," Coach Walsh said.

It was about a week later.

The slim, handsome forty year-old university football coach stood at the window in his office, watching Kenny practicing outside.

"He kicked a forty-five-yard field goal once," Cheryl said. She was sitting in front of his desk.

"You don't say."

"He sure did. I've got the newspaper clipping to prove it, too."

"No, that's all right. I believe you." Coach Walsh sighed, shook his head, and turned to face Cheryl with a smile of grim resignation. "You're obviously very devoted to your younger brother, to come visit me in my office like this."

"I'm just trying to help."

"But we already have a good kicker, Cheryl. I'll admit, it's a tough choice. Kenny's excellent, but so is Tim Hankison. And, since Tim's a junior, with more experience, I'm afraid I simply must choose him as the starter."

"But he doesn't have as much leg strength as my brother!"

"As I said, I'm sorry."

"And if Kenny has more leg strength, he has more potential. Tim Hankison's never kicked a really long field goal. He's never going to make the pros, and you know it!"

"Cheryl, please…"

"But it's the truth, Coach Walsh!"

Cheryl felt desperate. Mr. Archer, as anticipated, had given her an extremely generous "promotion" bonus as soon as she'd started working for him full-time, more than generous enough to completely pay for Kenny's surgery. The surgery had been performed the next day, and it had been a complete success. If anything, her younger brother's kicking motion was now smoother than it had ever been.

Her only problem now was with the stubborn coach.

"Coach Walsh, I know the only reason you're saying is that 'cause my little brother's a freshman! You just don't think he's old enough to handle the pressure. Isn't that right?"

Walsh grimaced. "That's about it."

"But if you don't give him the chance now, he'll never learn. And the more actual game experience he gets, the better he'll be down the road!"

"Cheryl, you're a very brave, gutsy girl," Coach Walsh sighed. "What can I say? I'm sorry. My mind's made up."

The coach sat at his desk and started to look busy with a stack of papers. As far as he was concerned, the interview was over.

Fortunately, Cheryl's experiences with Mr. Archer had taught her the easiest way to handle such a situation. Men could be such suckers for her big tits!

"Well, I guess I might as well wait here till Kenny gets done. Thanks for hearing me out, anyway, Coach Walsh."

"No trouble."

"Gosh, it's kinda warm in here. I think I'll take off my coat."

Which she did, calmly placing it on the couch beside her. It seemed to take the coach a minute to notice what she was wearing. But when he did, his gaze didn't go back to his papers.

This time, Cheryl had chosen an elastic tube top. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd worn a tube top outdoors, particularly a really tight one that showed her naked belly and everything. Her tits were way too big, firm and juicy-looking to wear tube tops, outside, especially without a bra on.

Coach Walsh dropped his pencil. Cheryl batted her eyelashes, looking at him innocently. The coach's eyes were riveted to her enormous tits, ogling the mountainous suckers stretching the elastic top to bursting, jiggling as she breathed.

"Is something wrong, Coach Walsh? Oh, golly, Coach Walsh, I'm sorry! You're staring at my big tits, aren't you? Gosh, how inconsiderate of me!"

Cheryl stood, pretending concern for the coach's welfare, her mammoth tits bouncing heavily as she stepped around the desk and stood beside him. The hard-on tenting his slacks looked enormous. Cheryl clapped her hand theatrically over her mouth.

"Oh, gosh, Coach Walsh! Look at what a big boner you have!"

Walsh looked up at her helplessly. Cheryl knew she had to act before he realized what she was pulling on him. She dropped to her knees, pulling his chair toward her and his hands out of the way. The coach's jaw sagged open as she started fumbling with his zipper.

"That was really rude of me to give you a big hard-on like that, Coach Walsh. Here, let me just make it feel better for you."

She took out his cock, happy to see what a long, fat, meaty-looking fucker it was. By then, the coach's pants were bunched around his ankles, and he was staring at the busty teenager with a helpless mixture of shock and excitement. Cheryl started whacking his giant prick up and down as fast as she could.

"Is this making your boner feel better, Coach Walsh?"

"What… what on earth…"

"Not better enough, huh? Gosh, Coach Walsh, I guess your big cock is going to need some sucking instead!"

Cheryl opened her mouth wide, plunging her lips onto the flared tip of his cock. Hungrily, she slurped in the meaty inches of his prick, stuffing his stiff fucker as far down her gullet as she could. Coach Walsh sighed with pleasure, obviously too overwhelmed with the pleasure of being sucked to stop her. Cheryl shut her eyes, concentrating hungrily on the taste and feel of the cock between her lips.

Gosh, she just loved sucking cocks so much! It really didn't matter that she had to do this to convince Coach Walsh to make Kenny the starting kicker. She happily would have done it for nothing.

Cheryl started bobbing her head up and down, her enormous tits jiggling in the tube top as she feverishly fucked her mouth with his big pisser. The coach made a strangling sound, trying to reach down and fondle her whoppers. Cheryl obliged him, pulling down the tube top to release her tits from confinement. The coach reached down to clumsily squeeze and knead the spongy tit flesh as she slurped on his prick.