Randy Howard - The secretary_s hot pants

"Oh, Mommy! Mommy! I-I'll be a good boy!"

"Yes, baby." Cindy smiled again, patting his cheek. "Yes, you will."

"Please, Mommy – make me feel good like you do!"

The situation was ridiculous, but the game was making Cindy hotter than ever. She clutched at his prick, raising herself slightly by holding onto the arm of the chair. Jasper gave beneath her when she came down again, sighing with pleasure as his head fell away. He liked what she was doing, but he was pretending to be a helpless little boy. Well, shit! That was all right with Cindy!

"Ohhhhhhh!"

He jumped as she slammed down against him, then began to ride him regularly, his cock stabbing deep through the hot wet walls of her cunt. There was not the pressure about it Cindy had felt with George and with Gabe, but it was a delicious sensation just the same as she tightened her walls about him, milking him while she rode him. It was awkward, difficult to maintain her balance, but she pulled herself up, dropped down again, pulled up… "Oh! Oh, Mommy! Mommy!"

His hands caught her arms and he thrust up against Cindy, gasping as his balls pumped out his load. A long sigh escaped his lips as his cock trembled, pumped; then Jasper's hands fell away again, his cock softening. Cindy knew it was dropping, failing away from her; he wasn't going to satisfy her own burning need.

Shit! But at least she had saved her job!

She climbed off his lap, Jasper keeping his eyes closed as Cindy wiped herself with tissue from a box on his desk, then dressed quickly. As she left the office, she saw his eyes remained closed, and then the door clicked shut, and she could see him no longer.

Well. The strangest things were happening to her today! She smiled as she returned to her own office; it wouldn't be long before she could escape this crazy house, go home – maybe fuck her brother!

She rounded the partition and stopped short Zeke was standing by her desk, his fists doubled, hatred burning in his eyes.

"Oh! What-what do you want, Zeke?"

Cindy backed to the edge of the partition as the boy's eyes glared hatred. His rmgen worked against his pants, rubbing the sweat from his palms as be sneered his answer.

"You know what I want – Miss Smart Bitch!"

"No!" She shook her head. "No, Zeke – I don't!"

"What'd Fleckheimer say?"

"Noth…" She swallowed; Christ, did he know everything? "Nothing!"

"Yeah, I figured the old bastard would let you off the hook. You bitch! What's the big idea, spying on me and Elsie? Who the fuck you think you are?"

"Please, Zeke! I wasn't spying! I mean, it was an accident – yes! An accident!"

"Bullshit!"

He came closer, and Cindy trembled. "Please, Zeke – I'm sorry! What-what can I say to make it up to you?"

His eyes narrowed. "You can suck my cock!"

"Oh! Oh, no!" She shook her head. "Please, Zeke – no! I can't!"

The boy's hand reached for her, caught her blouse, bunching it. Cindy trembled again, knew that he was close to the exploding point and she could not blame him for his anger. He had a perfect right to be so mad!

"Please…"

"No, I don't please! You gonna suck it?"

"Oh, God! Ohhhhhhh, please…"

"Suck it!" he hissed.

"Not – not here! We can't – do it here!"

Zeke relaxed, knowing he had won. "In there – I know Mr. Jordan won't be back until tomorrow."

"All right, Zeke…" Cindy smothered a sob, moving to the closed door. Her head was turned, looking back as she went through – and Zeke came quickly behind her, his hand shoving her into Larry's office. He closed the door, locking it; then leaned against it.

"Uh, you want – right here is where you want me to do – it?"

"No, Miss Smartass – over here!"

Cindy spun, saw Elsie standing by Larry's sofa. There was a sudden weakness in her knees; Zeke was behind her, blocking the only escape route. Frightened, she stared at the angry girl.

"Get over here, bitch!" ordered Elsie, hiking up her skirt. "Get over here and suck my pussy!"

"No!" She blanched, looked back at Zeke. "I-I can't! I've never done such a thing!"

"Then it's about time you learned." Zeke grinned, an evil expression that was even more frightening. He hooked his thumbs in his belt – his cock well outlined as it tented the material. "Get over there and do whatever Elsie tells you to do!"

Sobbing, Cindy moved slowly – and Zeke came away from the door, catching her and and twisting it behind her back. She cried out as pain stabbed through her shoulder, but he was hurrying her over to Elsie.

"On your knees, damn you!" he ordered.

Cindy sank to her knees, crying as Zeke released her arm. Elsie's crotch was only inches away, and now the stenographer hiked her skirt even farther, holding it at the level of her waist. She was naked beneath the skirt, her great hairy mound much more heavily furred than Cindy's, although it had been trimmed into a rough semblance of a heart – obviously a home job. She thrust her cunt toward Cindy, the lips smacking wetly.

"Get on it, bitch! Suck me!"

"Do it!" ordered Zeke, his hand pushing her head.

"Oh, please! Please – agggghhhhgglleglg!"

Cindy's lips smashed against Elsie's vulva, the girl grabbing the back of her head and grinding her crotch against the kneeling girl's face. Cindy's nose was buried in the slimy, wet thing, cutting off her breath. She gagged, knew she was going to be sick, and twisted free.

"No! God, don't!"

"Damn bitch!" Elsie sat on the edge of the sofa. "Slap her up, Zeke – make her do it!"

"Yeah!"

The boy grabbed Cindy's hair, twisting until she yelped. She looked up to see his fist doubled, ready to swing out. He would do it!

"Please, Zeke – don't hit me! Don't!"

"You gonna suck Elsie's cunt?"

"Ye-yes! Yes!"

"Get on it, then!"

Elsie slid down, spreading her knees, until her cunt was at the very edge of the cushion. She grinned as Cindy moved closer, stared in horror – the slit was gaping wide, was open to swallow her up! God, how could she ever have thought there was pleasure in sex? It was disgusting, dirty, sickening!

"I have very little patience," Zeke said softly.

"Yeah!" cried Elsie. "Hit her, Zeke!"

"No! I-I'm doing it!"

"What are you doing, bitch?" asked Zeke sweetly. "Tell us what you're gonna do to Elsie."

"I-I'm going to suck her!"

"Suck what?" he prompted. "Say it nicely, cunt!"

"Her-her pussy…"

"What else is it called, cunt?"

His knee slammed into her back, knocking her forward. Cindy cried out, reaching out with both hands to protect herself – and Elsie grabbed her wrists, twisting. The girl was strong, stronger than Cindy. The prisoner cried out again as Elsie yanked her forward.

"Suck me, you whore bitch!"

"Let her answer the question first," said Zeke. Elsie saw the fire in his eyes and relented. "You were going to say it, bitch – say it!"

"Uh – I'm – I'm going to suck her – cunt!"

"I can't hear you! Louder!"

"Her cunt!" cried Cindy. "I'm going to suck her cunt!"

"Is that loud enough, Elsie?" asked the boy. She grinned. "No. Make her shout it out!"

"Right." His knee prodded. "Well, bitch?"

"Her cunt!" cried Cindy. "Her cunt!"

"Yeahhhhh! What are you gonna do to Elsie's?"

He twisted her hair, pain stabbing through Cindy's scalp. The tears were rolling freely down her cheeks as she caught the raunchy smell of Elsie's juicing pussy, felt Zeke move closer behind her. He yanked her head back flaw, forcing her to straighten – his hard cock pushing through his trousers and against her shoulder.

"Say it!"

"I'm going to suck her cunt! Her cunt! Her cunt!"

"Yeahhhhhhh!"

He pushed her forward, and Cindy fell between Elsie's legs – and the other girl caught her, hands in her hair and yanking until Cindy's lips smacked wetly against the stinking twat. She was revolted, but she fought down the urge to be sick, forced her tongue to move out against the gaping slit, move between the outer lips.