Randy Howard: The secretary_s hot pants

"C'mon, cunt – I ain't got all fuckin' afternoon!"

Cindy tugged at the legs of the shorts, and the swelling cock pulled sharply down between his thighs for a second. Then it slammed up to hit his belly, quivering, as she pulled the shorts down to his knees and then to his ankles. God, it was fascinating! She couldn't take her eyes from it even as he lifted his feet again for her to finish the job of making him naked, leaving only his socks and the watch on his wrist, and a small gold wedding band on his finger.

"Like it?" he asked proudly.

It was not as thick as George's, not as long as Zeke's. The swollen cock flesh seemed to glow with a shine of its own as the fevered blood pounded through it. There was a definite upward bend, almost a sharp curve, leaving more than room enough for her fingers to curl around it while the cockhead pressed tight against his quivering gut.

"Go on, hold it. Look it over good."

Hypnotized by the sexual fever burning through her body again, Cindy reached out to touch the prick. It was hot – hotter than George's prick had seemed; but the janitor's cock had been cooled by the juices of her mouth. The trucker was dry, and so erect that he was aching.

"Suck it!"

No! No, she couldn't – she wouldn't!

But she did want it!

"C'mon!" he said impatiently, humping forward. "Stop foolin' around – take it! Suck!"

Cindy tugged the cock away from his belly, pulling down on it until she could looks straight into the opening. It seemed big enough to take her little finger, and without realizing what she was doing her hand moved to test it, the fingertip pushing dawn on the yielding opening and feeling something wet well up.

"Hey! Jesus, what the fuck you think you're doin'? Damn, girl – suck it, don't play with it!"

Her throat was dry but working as Cindy leaned forward a little more, until her lips were close enough to feel the heat of the prick. It was much darker than the other two she had seen today, the head almost a plum-color. Her fingers gripped the shaft of the cock just beneath the rim of the glans, which seemed to swell impossibly large over her hand. Cindy could feel the beating of his heart through the great vein in the bottom of the shaft.

"Suck! Suck, Goddamn you!"

His hands caught her head, forcing her down against the cockhead. It banged against her lips, up against her nose, the male odor suddenly much stronger. Cindy tried to twist away, holding to the prick with both hands, even as she tried to resist taking it into her mouth. It slid across her cheek, and then he forced her head back until it was against her lips again.

"Open them fuckin' teeth, or you lose them!"

She knew he meant the warning, and let her jaw open, her lips pursed just enough to accept the swollen cockhead inside. The truck driver sighed as he felt the wetness of Cindy's tongue touching him for the first time, his fingers digging into her scalp.

"Oh, Jesus! Yeah, take it, cunt-suck!"

Cindy swallowed, and suddenly the whole cock was in her mouth, the driver's belly twitching as he tried to fuck into her. The curve of the cock was even more pronounced now that she was looking straight, over the top of it; the prickhead banged against the top of her mouth as though it would rip up through her brains. Her fingers moved along the hot, throbbing cock, tracing the veins, stroking the curve; then she caught his heavy balls, lifting them first in one hand and then in bath, marveling at the size of the testicles. He sighed again.

"Ohhhhh, yeah! That's nice, baby – niiiice!"

Cindy moved against the shaft now, taking as much of it into her mouth as she could. It wasn't much, the curve of the shaft stopping her from accepting more than a couple of inches. The shaft pushed down against her tongue while the cockhead pushed up, leaving a hollow feeling at the opening to her throat.

"Oh, yeah! Yeahhhhh! Suck!"

His ass twitched, his gut jumped; he tried to move closer to the girl, tried to drill into her, but the shape of his organ doomed the effort to failure. Cindy choked on the thrusting mushroom-head, yanked her head back so quickly that he was unable to prevent her escape.

"Goddamn you! I'll tell you when you can stop suckin', bitch!"

"Please!" She rubbed her throat, massaging away the ache with her fingertips, shaking off his pulling fingers. "Please, I can't – you're hurting me!"

"Tough shit! Suck my cock-suck it right!"

"No, please – you – you can fuck me!"

"Fuckin'-a-right I can fuck you! Any Goddamn time I want! But right now I like the way your lips feel around my cock, so you better start suckin' again – or George won't find much worth fuckin' when he gets back!"

"No, please! Please – fuck me now! I'll do whatever you want after that, honest I will! Just-just put it in me now!"

"Yeah? Anything I want, huh?"

He grinned, a wild fire burning in his eyes. Cindy wondered what he was planning, but it was better by far to take him in the cunt than to try sucking any more on that torturous cock. George's prick had fitted easily into her mouth, but the harder he was getting, the worse the curve in his prick became.

"Please!"

"Okay, honey – you got a deal! Stretch out an' get ready for the thrill of a lifetime!"

Nearly frightened out of her wits, Cindy lay back on the sofa in the same position she had occupied while George was on top of her. Maybe this guy would suck her cunt!

No. He had only one thing in mind: bringing as much pleasure to his own sexual senses as he possibly could. Cindy knew instinctively that she was only a piece of furniture to him, her own needs and desires not even thought of, much less worth considering.

"You like it, don't you, honey?"

He was on his knees between her legs, the cockhead slick with her saliva as it rubbed against his belly again. Cindy stared at it, wondering what had ever driven her to think that fucking would be something pleasurable. God! She was a prisoner, this was rape, even if he wasn't holding her down. Please, God, help me!

God wasn't listening; the driver put his hands down beside her arms, lowering himself into position, Cindy closing her eyes so she would not have to look into that face. His belly touched hers, his weight dropping heavily to crush her tits – God, he weighed far more than George! He was crushing her… His lips moved across her mouth, slobbering, his tongue stabbing wildly as his hands caught her head, forcing Cindy to lay still. His thumbs pushed through her hair, traced circles through her ears as his mustache scratched and scraped across her upper lip. His tongue moved through her teeth, Cindy fighting the impulse to bite down on him again. She tasted stale cigar, his breath fetid as it blew across her nostrils. God, if he didn't stop, didn't let her up, she was going to be sick!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

He did break then, and she sighed in relief as her attention moved to his heavy prick. It was tight between her thighs now, the head pushing against the cushions of the sofa; she could feel her own wetness on him as his belly pushed heavily down against hers.

"Please!" she begged. "You're hurting me, you're too heavy!"

"Yeah?" He grinned, but raised the burden of his weight. "Too much of a man for ya, huh?"

That was better, although his hairy chest still scraped as it rubbed across her tits. Now he ground his groin against her, the head of his cock stabbing up against her cunt, riding up across the mound.

"Slit!" He looked down, beneath his belly.

"Open your legs, damn it – raise your ass! Yeah, get it up in the air so I can get at you."

He couldn't fuck her without her cooperation. Cindy thought for a second of resisting. Then she remembered how he could hurt her, her jaw still hurting where his fist had cracked. How terrible could it be, even with such a crooked cock as his? Surrender, Cindy – get it over with! You've been wanting cock, take his; at least there'll be no more questions, you'll know what it's like.