Robert Kelly - Billy_s horny mother

"I hope I'm not being too selfish?" Betty coyly asked, suddenly swooping down and planting a wet, hot kiss on the glowing crown of Jack's dick.

Before Jack could get a grip on her, Betty sat upright, her strong hands yanking his lop apart. She thrust her big tits into the stud's crotch, catching his burning prick like the other tramp had done that morning. She wanted to show him that her swollen boobs were the best around.

"God," Betty groaned, her hands crushing her tits against Jack's cock, "you have the hottest dick I ever felt. I hope you don't burn the shit out of my fat cans, cock stud!"

With that, Betty began humping her entire body against her boss' throbbing shaft. She was able to bend forward and lick his cockhead each time it pushed through the valley between her enormous breasts. And she never stopped talking, never stopped turning him on by spewing filthy words from her warm, sensual lips.

"Your cock feels good! Damn it, I can actually feel your fucking dick getting bigger!" Betty groaned. "Your whole cockshaft must be filling up with boiling cum. Your balls are pumping gallons. I can feel them… churning out cum for me to suck!"

Betty reached below Jack's body to grab hold of his balls. The horny stud's eager paws had grabbed his sweet slut's tits. He was really grinding them into his prick, pushing her throbbing nipples to the base of his prick as he fucked away at her ripe boobs.

"I'm close, you cum-eating whore!" Jack screamed, his eyes clamped shut as he thrust his entire body against Betty's.

Betty didn't have to be told how close he was to shooting his load. She could smell the cum ready to burst from his pee-slit. She was squirming into position, making sum that there was a clear path between that cum-filled cockhead and her hungry mouth.

"All right, you hot cockstud, pump that load of yours. Shoot it right up here into my mouth, you bastard!"

Betty's hands began working Jack's balls. She knew that would be too much for him to take. The secretary knew that she could play with a cock and pair of balls better than any other slut in the company. She really thought she was better than any piece of ass on all of Madison Avenue.

"That's it, baby! That's it!" Betty screamed, enjoying the first gulps of cum erupting from the cock she was fucking between her sweat-coated boobs.

The next spurts of cum splashed against Betty's nose, then dripped down into her mouth. She was afraid of losing too much of her stud's precious cock juice. Jack was still locking her tits around his dick, keeping her body just where it was. She had to bend her neck painfully to fit his exploding prick between her hungry lips.

The sound of Betty's words was replaced by the wet, slurping noises her mouth made as she savored each drop of hot cream. She was in ecstasy, sucking the cum from Jack's cock like a baby sucking milk from a bottle.

Jack finally let go of Betty's tits. He wanted to shave his cock all the way down her throat while coming. Nothing felt better than that whore's sucking lips urging the last drops of his load from the tip of his dick.

Betty took every inch of cock that Jack had to offer. She was choking or, the thickness of the shaft, but that didn't matter. If she were to drown in the flood of his jism, she couldn't think of a better way to go.

"There you go, tramp!" Jack hissed. "There's what you've been waiting for. Now suck every last drop, you drooling pig. Get my whole cock down your throat, bitch. If you waste one drop of my cum, I'll smash your fucking face in. Now suck, you sick slut. Suck the shit out of my prick!"

With that, the full force of Jack's load burst from his pee-slit. Betty felt as though the flow would be endless, and for the first time she really thought about drowning in his wonderful cum. While her right hand remained attentive to his emptying balls, her left hand found its way into the deep crack of Jack's ass.

"Harder, you tramp!" Jack hollered. "Ram that fucking finger of yours up my ass harder!"

Betty was more than happy to oblige. This was her sure-fire way of getting the last drops of cum out of her lover's dick. She had always found that if there was a little joy-juice to be had, a stiff finger up the bastard's ass was the quickest way to it.

As much as she hated the inevitable, Betty felt the quickly ebbing strength of the dick plunged deep down her throat. She knew that her boss liked to enjoy the echoes of his climax without Betty's cum-damp mouth munching his limp tool.

Exhausted, but with a bellyful of hot cum to satisfy her cravings, Betty slumped down onto the thickly carpeted floor. She was careful not to let her teeth scratch the sensitive skin of Jack's cock as it flipped from between her lips.

"That was good, baby," Jack finally said, slumping back into his desk chair. "You suck cock better then any other bitch I've ever had between my legs."

"I bet you say that to all the tramps that eat your nuts," Betty replied, laughing softly to make sure that her boss realized that she was only joking.

"There ain't nothing like your mouth when you're really wound up and ready for some serious sucking, baby," Jack continued. "Your mouth brings out the best in me, sugar," he laughed.

"Why you bastard!" Betty replied in such anger. "You said the very same thing about my asshole last time. You've got a regular little script that you use to keep your stupid cunts entertained with."

Betty rolled onto her side with her ass pointing towards Jack. She smiled over her shoulder at the intense look on his face as she slowly pushed her panties and stockings over the rounded perfection of her hard ass.

"Don't you remember telling me that right after you pulled your dick out of my shit box?" Betty asked, reaching back with one hand and prying open the crack between the two mounds of her buttocks.

"Now that you mention it, Betty honey," Jack laughed, reaching out and running a finger up the length of her asscrack.

Betty laughed wantonly as the tip of Jack's middle finger found the tight ring of her anus. She knew that it would be a while before his cock would be back up to any action, and that gave her a chance to enjoy her boss' skilled lovemaking.

"Hmmm, baby," Betty moaned contentedly, "that finger of yours is really something. You're making my clit throb. I'm gonna stain your carpet with cunt-juice if you're not careful."

Betty pushed her ass up into the air, making it easier for Jack to enjoy the various charms and pleasures of her supple body. The carpet was a little rough on her tits, but the wool pile thrilled her hard nipples.

"Let's get you ready for some loving, slut," Jack said, a sadistic gleam in his eye.

Betty was thrilled when Jack's free hand reached out and tore her stocking and panties from her legs. The garments hung like rags around her ankles. Her stud's finger started playing rough, stretching and twisting the tight ring of her asshole. She was shocked to see life already returning to her boss' exhausted tool.

Betty looked over her shoulder, into Jack Taylor's face. The viciousness she saw sent a new chill racing up her spine. Betty liked her sex on the brutal side. She didn't mind telling the bastard dirty stories. The humiliation was refreshing. But it didn't compare to the rough treatment that she knew the strong-willed stud was capable of.

"Remember how I like you when I'm using your asshole?" Jack asked, helping Betty to her feet without bothering to remove his finger from her steaming anal canal.

"Sure I do, baby," Betty replied, rolling her ass sexily as she led the way to his desk. "You like your ass high and dry," she continued lewdly, "an easy target for that big dick sticking out between your legs."

The only thing on Jack's desk was his phone, and Betty knocked that to the floor. She climbed across the polished walnut top, her boobs and nipples crushed painfully against the wood. She kept her ass nice and high, wiggling it for Jack's amusement.