Randy Howard - The secretary_s hot pants

"Bastard! No-good sonofabitch! Fuck me!"

"I can't! I'm done!"

"Damn you!" She wanted more, her cunt crawling with the pleasures of the fucking ride; she couldn't let the bastard get away now! "Finish me! Fuck me!"

"Jesus, I did!" He raised his head to look into her eyes. "You've got it, you dizzy bitch – that's all there is!"

Oh, no! Cindy stopped struggling, let her eyes close. He couldn't be right – there must be more! Her cunt was on fire with its need, his cock a frustrating plug that was even now softening, easing the pressure. She hollowed her stomach again, and felt his balls twitch against the crack of her ass as she milked the softening tube of his prick until he gasped again.

"Oh, Christ! I'm gettin' off!"

He pulled back, his cock sliding wetly, completely soft now; the curve was gone as the cockhead pulled against her clutching muscles, the driver wincing at the pain. Then he was out, moving back, the air cooling Cindy's cunt and making her aware of the puddle of cum between her legs.

"Bastard!"

"Jesus, lady!" He rubbed his lips. "Have a heart!"

"I thought you were a big man, a great fucker!" she jeered. "I thought you wanted to fuck me!"

"I don't believe you…"

"Shit, Gabe!" They spun, to see George standing a few feet away. The janitor chuckled gleefully as he added, "I knew she was a hot one!"

Now Cindy felt a stab of terror again – remembering that George had forced her into this in the first place! He was coming closer, the bulge in his pants unmistakable; his cock was ready to pick up where he had been so rudely interrupted by the summons upstairs.

Oh, God! What was she doing?

Cindy's hands fell against her aching thighs as she rose to a half sitting position; she could feel the sticky male juice on her body. She remembered how it had felt, moving through her guts. George was thicker, even though not as long; he could stretch her cunt even wider!

"Darn," said George, "but I was lookin' forward to takin' her cherry. Was it good, Gabe?"

The janitor showed no rancor at having been frustrated in his desires. The driver wiped his mouth, and grinned, although he edged away from Cindy, as though afraid she would grab his cock again.

"She's a tight one, George! But hot! Jesus!"

"I knowed that already," George cackled. "Got a sweet pussy, too. You try eatin' some hair pie, Gabe?"

"Not with her," said Gabe, shaking his head. "I didn't get a chance."

"Well, stick around awhile, an' you can suck all the juice outa her you can take!"

George was working his belt open as he spoke, coming closer all the time. Cindy stared at the wild-eyed janitor, her eyes moving down to his bulging pants – remembering the shape of that prick. That gorgeous prick! It was coming to her now, he was going to give it to her, let her do anything she wanted with it. It was going to come into her!

Yes! Give it to me… Cindy wet her lips as George reached the sofa, his pants dropping to his knees and then to his ankles. He knelt on the cushion, not trying to push the trousers off his feet, and reached for her leg. Despite her wanting, she drew back farther until he captured her ankle, dragged her legs down until her ass moved through the puddle of cum. It was cold and slimy, disgusting… But her cunt was on fire again, and the janitor was lowering himself over her body, bringing his wonderful prick to the wet portal to her insides. Her cunt worked, trying to snatch at him, grabbing for the head of his prick as George looked down to make sure he was positioned right.

"Give it to me, damn you!"

Her cry of outrage at being forced to wait startled the janitor into jerking back. Then he grinned, looking at Gabe, mischief in his eyes.

"Jesus, she is a hot one!"

"Yeah – do it, George! Drill the bitch!"

Gabe reached down to rub his aching balls, as the janitor lowered himself again, his cock dropping between Cindy's cum-soaked thighs to move up, to move against the hairy mound. The girl sighed with pleasure as she felt the heat of his prick, tightening her legs about him.

"Oh, yes! Yes, do it!"

"Now, Missy!"

His prick touched her labia – and slammed deep in one twisting, thrusting stroke that carried him through her sopping cunt until their bodies slapped wetly together. George pawed only a second to make sure his legs here in the best position, to be certain that he made the best grip on her arms, and rode back out, Cindy's cunt sucking loudly as his juice-soaked cock came into air. Again there was only a brief hesitation, and he slammed down again, riding deep into her portals, filling her guts with his wonderful, hot, throbbing cock!

"Oh! Oh, yes! Yes yes yes! Fuck me!"

"Yeah, honey! Yeah, Missy! Yeahhhhhhhh!"

His cock was thicker than Gabe's, although the driver's curve had compensated for its lack of volume. But George was pushing evenly against her cuntal walls, bringing the same pressure to bear on all sides as he rode down, rode against her pelt, his cock sliding against the burning trigger of her clitoris. Cindy gasped, sobbed, throbbed against him as she held to his back. He was fucking her in steady slamming motions, less than a second for each filling and returning stroke, his balls banging back and forth against the crack of her ass.

"Fuck!" she cried. "Fuck! Fuck… meeeeee!"

"You got it! You got my cock! Whoooeeee!" George rode into the girl, dropped into her, shoved into her, slammed into her. Cindy forgot everything but the sensation of the fucking, no longer aware that Gabe was watching hungrily, rubbing the head of his prick, his pain forgotten as he remembered the fuck, saw the fucking.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Ohhbhhhhh!"

"Yeah! Jesussssss! Yeah, I'm blowin' my nuts! Yagggghhhh!"

"No! No, not yet! Not yet!"

But it was too late: his balls tightened, rolled, boiled over; Cindy felt his seed spurt deep inside while her own body responded, her own climaxes continued to explode against him. She was cumming, cumning, but she knew that there was more, this wasn't the big one! The big one – she wanted it! Wanted it!

She wailed: "Fuck – meeee!"

There was a moment of silence as George slammed deep into Cindy for the last time, holding his quivering groin against the moist, sucking greediness of her cunt. He shivered as his seed spilled out, the tremor passing over his back and across his legs and his arms. He was over her now, supporting his weight on stiffened arms, his eyes meeting Cindy's in a burning stare as her cunt muscles slowly milked his cock, dragging out the last of his seed, trying to draw him into movement… "Ahhhhhhh!" George collapsed, his weight knocking the breath from the girl for a moment. Then he pulled back, his cock riding out to leave an aching emptiness. Cindy reached to touch her cunt, her eyes closing in regret.

"Oh, God!" She swallowed, opened her eyes to look at Gabe again. "Please – fuck me!"

"Not me, honey!" Gabe laughed, embarrassed, and made a show of looking at his watch. "Jesus, I gotta get goin'! George, sign those fuckin' bills so I can get outa here!"

He grabbed for his trousers, stabbing into them as the janitor climbed off the sofa, bent to tug his own tangled pants up about his legs. Cindy stared as the two cocks disappeared into the covering clothing, and felt a sob of frustration welling up. Damn them!

Gabe grabbed his clipboard from the desk, and George scribbled something on it; then he left, as though the devil were at his heels. George chuckled.

"I guess you took it all outa him, Missy."

"Please, George – please, I need it! Fuck me again!"

He shook his head. "Not today, Missy – least, not this afternoon. You wanna come to my room tonight, I'll give you all the fuckin' you can stand. But right now my balls are empty!"