Ray Todd: The preacher_s family

It had now been several years since she had accepted the offer, and it had worked out fine for all concerned. She had soon learned that the overweight man was seldom able to get a full hard-on and had to depend upon blow jobs for his sexual release. Vicky neither liked nor disliked sucking his cock, but she always male certain that she gave him a wild climax.

Over the years neither his wife, their business associates, nor friends suspected that there was anything other than a business relationship between the company president and his extremely competent secretary.

Vicky felt George stirring beneath her.

"God, Vicky," he smiled down at her. "You're sure one helluva blow job."

"Thank you, kind sir!" she laughed, gently patting his spent cock.

"By the way," he continued, "I have a call this morning and I have to fly out to Detroit tonight, and I can't take you with me as my wife is meeting me them."

"What do you want me to do?" she asked.

"Well you might as well fly home," he answered. "There's noting more you can do here."

"What will you do about your dinner date with Mr. Norton of Consolidated?" she asked. "You had me make reservations for tonight."

"Oh shit," he muttered, "I forgot all about it and he's an important client"

"Is there any way I can reach him to cancel it?" she asked.

"No," said George, "he's driving in from Emeryville this afternoon."

After a short pause, George turned to Vicky. "Honey, why don't you keep the appointment for me. You know all the details of the deal as well as I do and I'm sure he'll find you a prettier dinner companion than I would be."

"Whatever you say, boss," she smiled.

"Have you ever met Kirk Norton?"

"No I haven't," Vicky replied.

"What time axe the reservations for dinner," he asked.

"You had me make them for eight o'clock," was her answer.

"Why don't you go down a early and ask the headwaiter to escort him to your table when he arrives," said George.

"Whatever you say, boss," she grinned as she kissed him on the cheek and headed for the shower.

Vicky Baxter was quietly sipping a martini when the tall, imposing figure appeared at her table.

"Mr. Norton?" she smiled.

"Yes," he replied with a puzzled expression.

"I'm Vicky Baxter," she announced, extending her hand. "Please sit down." When he was seated she continued: "I'm Mr. Walton's secretary. Mr. Walton has been called away and he asked me to substitute for him this evening."

"Well this is my lucky day," he smiled, his brown, eyes glistening.

"Thank you," she replied demurely, studying his dark wavy hair, which was graying at the temples.

"But on one condition," he continued, "and that's if dinner is on me."

"Not a chance!" laughed Vicky. "It's on Walton."

"Then it's the best champagne hi the house for me," he teased.

"I'll drink to that!" laughed Vicky. "Call the wine steward."

It was one of the most exciting evenings Vicky had spent in years. Kirk Norton was interesting as well as witty, and the champagne had given her a delightful feeling. She felt like she was walking on air as they left the restaurant. Kirk Norton was such a comfortable person to be with.

"The wine has made me a giddy," she laughed as they stepped out onto the sidewalk.

"Do you like good brandy?" he asked.

"If it gives me a glow, I do," she giggled, clutching his arm.

"I have some of the finest Napoleon brandy ever bottled up in my hotel suite. Would you like to drop over for a nightcap?"

Vicky knew she shouldn't be alone with this fascinating creature, but she heard herself say, "Why not?"

When they reached his hotel suite, she kicked off her shoes and settled down in a luxurious sofa, while Kirk moved across the room to pour the brandy. When he returned he offered Vicky a brandy snifter and settled down beside her. Sipping the brandy she could feel its glow seeping through her body.

Never in her life had she been as relaxed as she was right now, resting her head on Kirk's shoulder as he explained the process of making real vintage brandy.

Quite casually he set his glass down and, putting his arm around her, he drew her parted lips to his. Vicky hesitated for a brief moment, and then threw her arms around his neck, slipping her tongue into the warmth of his mouth. The effect of the wine and brandy numbed her mind as she pushed her lush body against his. She had not felt so alive in years, and her body was suddenly aflame with wild, almost forgotten desires. She made no protest as she felt his fingers lowering the zipper on the back of her dress. Removing her arms from the sleeves, the top of the dress fell to her lap, exposing her bra-encased tits. Within seconds he had removed her bra, and her big tits willed out nakedly before his approving eyes.

Vicky shivered with delight, feeling his strong fingers working on her hard nipples. Lowering his face he sucked them into his mouth, one at a time. Releasing her nipples he began licking both of her tits.

The room began swimming before her eyes as he flicked his tongue up around her ears, down her neck, down to her tits again, and then on down to her navel, while his hands quickly removed her dress and pantyhose.

She was now spread out deliciously naked on the soft sofa, and Kirk quickly disrobed and lay down next to her. Cupping her asscheeks in his hands he pulled her luscious body against his.

Reaching down she grasped his massive cock. It felt so hard compared to George's limp tool. With a sudden lunge, she lowered her mouth over the head of his straining cock, flicking her tongue expertly against the underside of his sensitive glans.

Kirk was going wild at the feel of her mouth sucking furiously on the head of his cock while she sensually ran her fingers up and down the entire underside of his throbbing shaft.

Suddenly she released his cock and rolled over on her back, spreading her soft thighs, exposing her swollen cuntlips framed with soft auburn hair.

"Fuck me, baby, fuck me," she moaned as he crawled between her thighs with his cock thrusting out from his hairy balls. With her eyes closed she could feel his hard prick brush against the soft flesh of her inner thighs. Reaching down she grasped the big cock that was advancing slowly toward her sex-starved cunt.

"Oh God, your cock feels good," she moaned as she closed her fingers around his rubbery glans.

Clutching it madly she guided it toward her wet cunt. She began trembling violently when she felt the head of his bloated cock pushing gently against her hot slick pussylips.

"Oh God, baby," she softly moaned, grinding herself up against the head of his staining cock. "Oh shit, baby, fuck me now!"

When Kirk felt her hungry cuntlips sensually swallow his pulsating cockhead, he drove his rampaging tool all the way in with one mighty thrust.

"Eeeeeggghhh!" she screamed as his flesh splitting cock drove mercilessly into her hot cunt.

"Oh God that feels good," she moaned, screwing her body up closer against his to better enjoy the massive prick that was embedded deeply in her clasping cunt. She could feel every vein and sinew of the blood-engorged shaft rubbing deliciously against the sensitive membranes of her cuntal walls.

"Oh Kirk, baby," she sobbed as his hot hard cock, glistening with her slippery cunt juices, pistoned rhythmically in and out of the sucking warmth of her grasping pussy.

Vicky was almost beside herself with ecstasy. After the many years spent with George Walton she had almost forgotten how glorious a hard cock could feel. She was sexually alive and enjoying every lusty thrust of his mighty tool. Grasping him frantically around his shoulders, she was wildly throwing her hips up to meet every stroke of his hard plunging cock. The lips of her hot cunt sucked and grasped at the base of his prick, trying frantically to suck more of it into her greedy pussy.