Randy Howard - The secretary_s hot pants

"You were apparently quite pleased with this, ah, garment when you first purchased it, Miss Cox. Miss Lang remembers you bringing the box back from the store."

Elsie! The bitch had been in the ladies' room that day, when Cindy took the panties out to show to a couple of the other girls. They had giggled together over them – but now she felt her heart sinking. Zeke must have found the panties, knew now that she had been the one watching… "The garment was still, ah, damp when it was brought to me, Miss Cox."

"No." She shook her head. "No, Mr. Fleckheimer – it isn't mine! I swear it, I've never seen those things before! Never!"

"Really?" He stood, came around the desk – and suddenly grabbed at her skirt, raising it to show that she was naked beneath it. "Then where are your undergarments, Miss Cox?"

Cindy froze as the prissy office manager stared at her naked cunt, the hard glint in his eyes frightening her. What was he going to do? She'd be fired for sure!

Then she saw the tiny twitch as the corners of his mouth tried to turn up in an unaccustomed smile. He was still holding her skirt, still staring! The old bastard was, getting his jollies from her cunt!

"Please, Mr. Fleckheimer I'll do anything! Anything you say…"

"Yes, I'm sure you will, Miss Cox." His nose wrinkled as though he had smelled the sex activity, and his fingers dropped the skin. He went around the desk, sat down again. "Very well, you may begin by disrobing."

"You-you won't fire me?"

"I make no promises, Miss Cox. However, I may assure you that my patience is being sorely tried."

He crossed his hands, dropping them into his lap. Cindy tried to see if he had a hard-on, but it was impossible to tell through those loose-cut out-of-style trousers. Fingers trembling, she began to undo her skirt, letting it drop about her ankles.

"Yes." Jasper stared, his eyes burning. "Yes, now the blouse, Miss Cox…"

His tongue touched the corner of his lip, and Cindy felt triumph: he was turned on! He wanted her – this wasn't just a way of torturing her before giving her the ax! God, he was disgusting – worse than George, or the truck driver. But if she had to take him she'd give him a show worth remembering!

She reached for the buttons on her blouse, releasing the snap to the bra at the same time; then she let the top move down her arms. Jasper's eyes widened slightly as he saw the bra strap sagging away, and Cindy made her stomach bump, just a bit – but enough to make him lick his lips again. His fingers pressed hard against the back of his hand, his thumb rubbing up and down.

She dropped the blouse, the office manager's eyes intent on her tits as she worked her shoulders forward, letting the bra slip down enough to reveal the shape of the swelling mounds. Now Jasper was pressing his hand against his crotch – he did have a cock, and he was responding! He ignored the naked cunt as Cindy worked the bra farther forward, until only the nipples were concealed.

His throat worked, his mouth gaping open. His hands went to the arms of his chair and he leaned forward.

The bra dropped, revealing her jutting nipples; and Jasper sighed, blinking rapidly. Cindy glanced around the office, but there was no sofa here. She walked around the desk then, Jasper pushing his chair back, and sat down on his lap.

"Do you want to do it to me, Mr. Fleckheimer?"

"Uh, yes, Miss Cox! Yes!"

His hands moved gingerly to her sides; as though he had no experience with women. But Cindy could feel his cock pressing against his trousers, and knew it was ready for any sort of action. He moved his fingers up her sides, trembling, the tips hardly touching until they came to the swell of her breasts; his eyes had never left the hypnotic attraction of the nipples.

"You can suck them," said Cindy, breathily, realizing that was what he most wanted. "You can suck Mommy's titties, baby!"

"Ohhhhhhh, yes! Yes, Mommy!"

Jasper lowered his mouth to the right breast, his fingers grasping it greedily, Cindy wondering if he had been aware of his words. He sucked in the tit-flesh, kneading it as though trying to force out the milk he remembered from his last tit – his mother's. Or did the old bastard treat all women this way? Maybe Jasper was a prune-face because he was so hung up.

"Oh! Oh, that's nice, Jasper!"

Cindy patted his back, Jasper swallowing, his eyes closed with pleasure. He sucked again, working his lips over his teeth to avoid injuring her as he pulled more of the delicious tit-flesh into his mouth, and Cindy remembered the way Zeke had sucked on Elsie. God! She had never dreamed there could be so much pleasure in her own tits! But Jasper was making her feel good, was firing her… "Ohhhhhhh, yes! Baby, baby, suck Mommy…"

"Yeah, Mommy! I'm hungry, Mommy!"

She could feel his hot breath against the top of her tit as he sucked with all his strength, pulling more of her mammary into his wet mouth as he shaped her tit into a cone. The tongue made great slurping swirls around the areola as he laved the hot flesh, Cindy gasping and gasping again as the tender nipple erected, burned beneath his touch.

"Oh, yes, baby! Suck Mommy nicely, and Mommy'll make baby's little cocky feel good! You want Mommy to do that, don't you, baby?"

"Yeah, Mommy! Yeahhhh!"

As Jasper switched his attention to Cindy's other tit she moved her hand down to his belt, worked it open, tugging the ridiculous vest up out of the way. She could feel his hot cock pressing against his underwear as she worked the zipper open, found woolen cloth in her way. It was buttoned – Christ, he was wearing long johns!

Cindy smothered a laugh as Jasper continued to suck on her breast, rubbing his hair fondly. She worked on the buttons of his vest, and then on his shirt, tugging the prim bow tie until it came undone. He did not try to help nor hinder, intent only on sucking those glorious tits, his legs trembling beneath her as Cindy finally got the shirt open. Christ, he was wearing suspenders, too – suspenders and a belt! Jasper was a man who didn't believe in taking chances!

She began to open the top button of the long underwear, working her fingers down quickly. The garment parted to reveal a sparsely-haired chest, sagging pectorals that seemed ghostly-white against her own tanned skin. Then she was down to the bottom, opening the last three buttons, able at last to pull his prick into the open.

Jasper gasped against Cindy's tit. "Oh, Mommy!" His eyes were closed in ecstatic rapture. "Oh, be careful, Mommy – don't hurt my dicky!"

"I won't, baby," said Cindy, softly, pulling his rod out to where she could work it in her fingers. It was long enough, but spindly, like Jasper himself. It seemed bright red against his white belly, the cockhead already wet with his preseminal fluid. It throbbed in her hand, his groin twitching and twitching.

"C'mon, baby," she said, urging him. "It's time to take down my panties, isn't it?"

Jasper broke at last from the nourishment, his head falling back while the breath hissed in and out of his lips. His eyes closed as Cindy stood, but he raised his ass to make it easier for her to remove his jacket and tug his trousers down. When they were about his ankles Cindy started to come back up again, then thought better of it. She worked the trousers over his shoes and shook them out, then folded them neatly. It wouldn't do to have Jasper wrinkled!

"Let's get on the floor, baby…"

"No!" His eyes remained closed. "No, do it right here, Mommy – just like you used to do!"

He moved his ass don closer to the edge of the seat, his prick pushed back as he tugged his balls out of the bottom of the long johns. Christ, maybe his mother had fucked him! Jasper refused to open his eyes as Cindy climbed over his legs, positioning herself carefully as he pushed his cock out beneath her. Her cunt was juicing in anticipation as she lowered himself, gently, easily… It was in! Jasper moaned as Cindy settled herself astride his lap, his hands falling away.