C Ralston: Horny office girls

Linda gurgled with joy and did just as her new boss wanted her to do. The girl's raven hair flew wildly about her head as she whipped it up and down on his excited cock, her tongue slashing crazily at the throbbing cockmeat.

The exotic thrill of the stiff pecker splitting her mouth again and again, the sight of a man old enough to be her father going insane over her heated sucking it was enough to make Linda's cunt gush with arousal and pulse with impending orgasm.

"Ugh! Ahhhh… ohhhhh! Oh fuck, suck me!" Huston cried at that moment, his hands flying to the back of Linda's bobbing head.

The ready-to-blast man forced the gulping teenager's mouth all the way down his jerking cock. The head of his huge prick bounced across the top of Linda's mouth and rammed its way deep into the confines of the choking girl's throat.

"Ahhhh!" Huston screamed. "Get it! Swallow it all!"

A thick hot jet of heavy cum rocketed against the back of Linda's throat. Something incredibly warm and slippery and glue-like ran down Linda's throat in what seemed like waves.

The startled girl gulped down the steamy jism hungrily once the shock of realizing what it was had subsided. Linda drank the filmy curds of cum down as fast as Huston's big balls could pump them out. The illicit, forbidden thrill of committing such an obscene act set off a furious tingling in Linda's untouched pussy.

"Ummmmm! Aaahhh!" the sucking girl gasped hotly around the spattering, cum-blasting dick.

Torrid spasms of electrifying sensations tore through Linda's cunt as the hot jism spewed down her throat. The more creamy cum the sucking brunette swallowed, the hotter the incendiary glow in her belly became. Linda gulped and licked and shimmied her way through the best orgasm of her life as Patrick Huston's cock flooded her mouth with jizz. Her own super-heated contractions stayed with her until the last of the thick cum slid down the back of her throat. Only when the final tiny spurt of spunk had slipped into her stomach did Linda stop massaging the drooping prick with her tongue and let it ease from between her sucking lips.

"Jesus! That was hot for a fucking beginner!" Huston panted. "Let me rest for a few minutes, kid, and we'll see if you fuck as well as you suck."

Linda couldn't believe that her new boss wanted more sex after shooting off the way he just had. The panting high school girl had just started to tell Huston that she had never been fucked when the buzzer on his intercom went off.

"Yes, what is it?" Patrick Huston shouted into the bothersome box, once he had crossed the office and slammed down the proper button. "I thought I made it clear I'm not to be disturbed when I'm interviewing a prospective employee, Mary!"

"Uh… well, that's right," the secretary began quickly. "But there's a young man out here who says he brought the young lady to the interview. He says he has to leave now to get her home so that he can get home on time so that he won't get in trouble with his parents."

Huston seemed to consider it a moment, then leaned down and depressed the button once again. "Okay, tell the young man it will be just a few more minutes," the agency owner said into the intercom at last.

Linda didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed by her boyfriend's intrusion in the outer office. She finally decided that she was relieved and began pulling on her scattered clothes once more. After all, she told herself, learning how to suck and how to fuck in one day was probably too much for any girl.

"All right, my dear," Huston said as he turned and saw Linda dressing. "It's probably just as well. I'm sure we'll have much more time to get together in the future, and I do want our first time together to be perfect. I'll see you tomorrow morning."

Linda slipped on her dress and nodded. She found herself looking forward to the next day.

This was certainly much more interesting than going to CJP class! the beautiful brunette told herself as she straightened her hair and make-up and watched her new boss get back into his suit. No telling what a girl could learn at this job!

Linda Parker didn't know exactly what to expect the next day when she stepped off the city bus and made her way to the offices of Huston and Ross Advertising. She was half ready for and half-expecting an all-out orgy. The lovely brunette had gone to her two regular high school classes earlier in the morning, and she hadn't bothered to put her bra back on after showering from PE class.

Naked under her light summer dress except for a pair of sheer panties, Linda opened the big glass door and plunged back into the world of the lecherous Patrick Huston. She wondered if his partner would be as horny and attractive as the tall, blond Huston was.

Linda met the elusive Mr. Ross as soon as she entered the back office and she found out that life at Huston and Ross was not going to be all fun and games.

"Who the hell are you?" the man in the dark beard and long shaggy black hair asked Linda as soon as she stepped past the reception area.

"I-I'm Linda Parker, the new CJP girl," the confused teenager blurted in self-defense.

"Oh, thought you were some cunt model," the stocky man answered quickly, as if he was relieved Linda wasn't some cunt model. "Dumb bitches get lost all the time. Wander around in a daze like they just had their brains balled out, which with my partner around, they probably did. Anyway, I'm Ross, Russel T. Ross, Russ Ross for short. No jokes about the Russ Ross part, if you please. Been hearin' 'em since second grade."

When Ross finally wound down and stuck out his big meaty hand for Linda to shake, the girl took it numbly and moved her arm up and down as was expected. She could barely believe that this barrel-chested, crude little fireplug of a man could be the partner of a suave, good-looking gentleman like Patrick Huston.

"You were looking forward to another pretty boy like old Pat, weren't you, baby?" Ross chuckled at the girl's dumfounded expression. "Well, it ain't gonna happen. I'm it. The creative half of the enterprise. I write all of that fine copy and envision all of those fancy, super-slick layouts that Pat hustles for us. He's the PR boy, the handsome face in the three piece suit and the Mercedes. I'm the one that actually does what he claims we can do when he's out there sellin' his well-tailored ass off!"

Linda looked at the medium-height man in the baggy black turtleneck sweater and old jeans. Could it really be? she asked herself. Could this scruffy looking young blowhard be the real talent behind Huston and Ross?

Ross flashed a set of big white teeth inside the all-encompassing black beard once more. "Quite a shock, isn't it, honey?" he asked in his rough, deep voice. "Finding out that you'll actually have to work around here. See, I don't care if you fuck Pat's socks off and suck his dick till he screams for mercy. You'd better still manage to do an honest day's work around here or I'll fire your cute little ass in a red-hot second. Understand?"

Linda blinked back the tears the crude young man's words had brought to her eyes. She was going to deny everything he had said, but the aura of authority and absolute confidence Ross seemed to radiate stopped the words in her throat. She nodded that she understood. Ross smiled even more broadly and pointed to a small room off to the left.

"Good. Glad we understand one another," he said in a softer voice. "Just had to get that out of the way right up front. Have to do it with every model, secretary, copy-girl, artist, et cetera who comes to work here. Patrick fucks 'em all if they're good looking… or at least tries."

Linda nodded dumbly and followed Ross' pointing finger to the small room. He motioned for her to go that way.

"That, my dear, is the file room. It is all fucked up, to say the least," Ross told the teenager. "Now, you go in and start picking up the mess and organizing it into piles that make sense to you, then I'll send in Mary, our head secretary, to tell you how to put it all back together. Okay?"