Randy Howard: The secretary_s hot pants

"Fuck me, Zeke! Fuck me! Fuck me…"

Oh, this was too Goddamn much! Why didn't they stop? Why didn't they let her escape? Cindy could stand no more of this, she had to get out of here before she went absolutely out of her mind, before she ruined her clothes the way she was hiking her skirt up. What was she doing? Jesus, why couldn't she stop, stop stop stop!

Her fingers rubbed across the mound of her cunt again, the hair grating against her palm as she gathered the soft flesh beneath the hand, as she dug her fingers in, as she pushed down with the heel of her hand, as she tried to rip the vulva away from her Goddamn burning body! Fuck! She had to be ticked!

Who was available? Who could she get, right now, right this very minute? Cindy's eyes burned, her stomach hollowing as her hand rubbed back and forth across her mound, as her fingers stabbed in again, pushing through the stink of her cumming, trying to reach that damnable burning sexual itch, trying to satisfy her. Who? Goddamn it, was Jack home from school? So what if he was only fourteen, so what if he was her kid brother? He had a cock, she knew he had a nice one, at least six inches long and thick enough, thick enough to slam in, to rub around inside… "Ohhhhhh! Jack, are you home? I'll tell Larry I'm sick, that I've got to leave, he'll understand, he'll say it's okay…"

Fuck! Why go home when her boss had a nice cock dangling inside his pants, and he was only a few offices away? Let's face it, Cindy, Larry Jordan's the cock you've been panting after for the last three months, the one that's been driving you insane with lust. If it hadn't been for wanting Larry you'd never have stooped so low as to spy on Zeke and his girl, you wouldn't be getting your kicks in this Goddamn fruitless way.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck me fuck me fuckmeeee!"

"Yeah yeahhh yeahhhh! Take my cock, elsie, baby! Feel my big prick! Ain't it nice? Don't you love it? Oh, take it… take… it!"

Cindy turned to stare through the opening again while her fingers continued to thrust deep into her own hungry twat. Zeke was riding hard now, his ass raising high in the air only to plunge down again, pull back, plunge – the pace of their fucking so furious that they were banging the table, were making noise that must be heard outside, would bring someone to see what was happening. God! Cindy had to get out of here, couldn't stay here any longer…

But she could not leave, could not tear her eyes away so long as the boy continued to slam his wonderful cock into the willing flesh of the girl Zeke fucked into Elsie, filling her with his teenaged meat, his hair tossing wildly as be thrust, thrust, thrust. "Oh, Jesus Jesus Jesus! Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

"Yeahhhh! Aihhhhh, shit!"

"Killing-me! Kiillinnnngggg-meeee!"

The girl exploded in a blast of repeated orgasms, throwing herself up each time Zeke fell against her, flying to take more, trying to will his whole Goddamn fucking body into the cavity of her cunt. She wanted more – more, more!

"Fuck meeeeee!"

"Aggghhhh! Cumminnngccg!"

Zeke thrust one final time, held deep within her, head tossed back, his whole frame trembling as his balls erupted, poured out his seed to mix with her juices, to spill out over their groins. He made one more tentative stroking move as Elsie rubbed her hands over his sides, sighing… and collapsed, to lay exhausted…

Cindy sighed, pulled her hand from her sopping cunt – gasped as fingers touched her ass…

"Oh!"

Cindy spun around as the hand touched her ass, the fingers sliding up over the curve of the buttocks, pushing beneath the bunched-up skirt. Her hand flew to her mouth as she saw George Maswitz, the forty-year-old janitor – his mouth hanging open, his eyes gleaming with insane desire.

He was holding the bulge in his pants with his other hand, grinning wildly.

"Zeke! Somebody's there?"

Cindy spun around again as she heard Elsie, and then Zeke cursed.

"Who the fuck is it? Come out, you sneakin' bastard! Come out, where I can get my hands on your Goddamn throat! You cocksucker!"

There was a sudden crash as his pants-tangled ankles sent him sprawling, and then Elsie began to curse. George didn't wait to see what was happening; he grabbed Cindy's wrist and pulled her after him, almost running from the stockroom. They reached the door and moved out into the corridor, Zeke's curses following until they were cut off by the door closing.

"Let… let me go!"

George shook his head violently. "No, no, li'l lady! You ain't goin' no place – you comin' with me!"

The corridor was empty. Cindy tried to loosen the fingers holding her wrist prisoner, but his grip was too strong. Suddenly George began moving again, dragging her around the corner just as Zeke cautiously opened the stockroom door and put his head through. He saw Cindy's disappearing ass, but no more – not enough to recognize her. His pants were back with Elsie; he couldn't follow half-naked.

"Bitch! I find out who you are, and you'll be one sorry cunt!"

Cindy did not hear the threat; George was dragging her along so fast that she could barely keep on her feet. She gasped for breath, thought of calling for help – and then they were pushing through a set of double doors into the service elevator area, and down a slight of stairs and then another, until they were in the building's basement.

"George! Stop! You stop, you hear?"

He did, so suddenly she skidded into him – and his hands wrapped around her, pinning her arms, while his slobbery mouth smacked against her lips.

"Gaggghhh! No, leave me alone…"

"Shit, li'l lady!" George laughed, holding both Cindy's wrists behind her back with just one hand; he used the other to wipe his mouth. "Who you shittin'? You want it, you wanna fuck – I been watchin' you up there. Shit, I was there five minutes an' you didn't even know it!"

"No!" Cindy shook her head, biting her lip. "No, you're wrong! Please, George – please! You… you let me go, and we'll just forget about this! I won't tell…"

"Damn right you won't tell!"

He kissed her again, and now his fat tongue stabbed into her mouth, slammed deep against her throat. My God, the thing was as big as his cock… which was pushing hard against her stomach, swollen large – so damn big that for a minute Cindy thought it was a hammer or some other tool stuck in the front of his pants.

George broke the kiss, and she gasped, crying.

"Please, George! Please, let me go!"

"Uh-uh. You 'n me's gonna have some fun. Now c'mon, I got a nice sofa over here where you can take off all your clothes an' let me see your pretty titties an' your nice big cunt. C'mon with George, now, an' I'll give you what you want, I'll let you have my cock!"

"No!"

She twisted free, turned to run… and he caught her before she had gone three steps.

"Goddamn bitch! Hold still!"

"Please, please! Please, no!"

"Shut your fuckin' mouth, Miss Hotpants!"

His arms wrapped tight around her body, pinning her arms again and lifting up against her tits. He picked her up, carrying her with feet kicking the dozen feet into an area that he had fixed up with discarded furniture from the offices. Cindy was sobbing wildly now, her head throwing from side to side and back as she tried to bang him, do something to make him drop her. But it was useless; suddenly she was on the sofa, her hands released just long enough for him to grab her ankles and jerk her out flat. Then his knee went into the small of Cindy's back while his hands opened the buttons of her blouse, released the snaps of her bra.

"Please! Some-somebody will come, George!"

"Aw, shit, no! Nobody comes down here 'cept I ask 'em. Just stop your cryin', Missy – you're gonna like what I got fer you."