Donna Allen - Boys for the wife

"Go on, get down there and suck it."

"It's too risky in here. Someone might walk in."

"You're dying to."

"I don't deny that."

She kept stroking and pumping his prickmeat. She giggled to herself. She knew the door was locked.

"I think I'm gonna like this job just fine," he grinned. "Come on, baby. You know you want to. Get those pretty lips wrapped around my cock and we'll both have a more productive afternoon."

Still smiling, he pushed her head down. Kneeling before him, she placed her lips over his plum-shaped cockknob. Her senses reeled. She loved starting a new affair.

"You've got a tasty cock," she said, gazing up into his eyes.

"I noticed you the first day I got here. I've been wondering how long it would take for us to get together."

"I don't normally suck off strange men."

"Yeah, I can see that," he snickered. She opened her jaws wide and sucked his entire cockhead into her mouth. He laced his fingers in her long thick hair as she lapped her tongue back and forth over his piss-slit. He began fucking her mouth.

"Is it true you're David's right-hand woman in more ways than one?"

He moved his hips slowly, careful not to feed her more cock than she could handle easily.

She nodded, scraping her teeth over his shaft and on the sensitive underside of his cockhead.

"You could say that. Let me take your balls out."

"I dig older women."

He shoved his pants down to his knees. "If anyone walks in here now, what'll we do?"

"You were the one who started this. Stop worrying. I locked the door."

He gazed at her with open admiration in his eyes.

"You're something else!"

"Shut up and let me suck."

The blood was coursing through the veins of his cock. She was enjoying herself.

"Faster," he said, sawing his prick into her throat. "Use your fingers to beat it. I'm gonna come soon. Do you swallow?"

She whipped her fist up and down his cockpole and sucked the knob.

"Sure I swallow. You've been playing with girls, not women."

"You're a real woman, aren't you?"

She shrugged. "Do you want to come now? We can fuck later if you want. Is that okay?"

"Sure."

"We can't do it in here, but I can come to your office."

"Jesus, yeah!"

"This thing is about to go off. Can you get it up again by the lunch hour?"

He trembled. "Yeah, sure."

"Come in my mouth."

He groaned and rammed into her gaping mouth. His jism splashed hotly into the back of her throat. She swallowed convulsively, catching every drop and relishing its taste.

She squeezed her thighs together. A tiny orgasm coursed through her. She continued sucking after his balls were limp. When she rose up, she licked her lips and winked.

"I'll see you at noon," she said. "And remember, you promised you could get it up again."

He looked stunned. "I figured you fort tease, but this sure beats all."

She moved behind her desk, picked up the telephone and began dialing.

"You do fuck, don't you?"

He nodded, zipping up his fly as he stared at her.

"Yeah, I fuck."

"I think you'll fit into the company very nicely. Now get out of here and let me finish up my work. I'll be in your office at noon."

Brad was shaking his head as he left her office. When David answered her ring, she giggled.

"I just had Brad in here," she whispered. "The kid's okay."

When she hung up the phone, she went into her private bathroom to pee. She thought about how she'd masturbated that morning and she looked forward to her lunch date with Brad.

As she wiped herself she thought about Brad. He was a sweet young man and she looked forward td fucking him. Jerking off after John left for work just made her hotter for cock. Thank God for work, she thought, still rubbing her clit. Her brothers had spoiled her and given her lots of attention. No wonder no one man could satisfy her now that she was a mature woman.

I'm just a horny bitch, she thought as she flushed the toilet and rinsed her hands. She glanced at herself in the mirror and freshened her lipstick. Then she couldn't resist squeezing her thighs together. That felt so good she lifted her skirt and shoved her hand inside her panties.

She had always masturbated a lot. Her brothers had taught her how at an early age. Even as a bride she had jerked off daily. After ten years of marriage she even used her fingers in front of John.

Another hour and she'd go to Brad's office.

The secretary in that area was a prim old-maid. David liked to keep her around for contrast. Seeing her made him appreciate Jessie that much more.

When Jessie returned to her office, she felt restless. She was worked up and unable to get anything done. She wondered what kind of lover Brad would turn out to be. Sometimes the ones who talked a good game were lousy at the action. Soon enough she'd find out. God, she was horny!

As usual the old maid secretary glared at her when she showed up at Brad's office.

"Is he expecting you?" Miss Smith said sternly.

Jessie breezed by. "You'll never learn, will you?"

Miss Smith winced. "Learn what?"

Jessie thrust her pointed tits out. "Oh skip it." She flounced off into Brad's office.

"I've been waiting for you," he said, rising up from his desk and crossing the room to greet her.

She grimaced. "That damn Miss Smith always makes me feel like a slut."

"She's just jealous."

"No woman has to look that dowdy. I think she's got a crush on you." Jessie giggled. "You've got to be kidding," Brad smiled, put his hands around her waist and undressed her with his eyes. He wasted no time in pushing his hands under her sweater and pawing her tits.

"Why don't you give her a thrill and slip it to her?" she asked. "Maybe I will."

"You know, I wouldn't mind being a fly on the wall if that happens."

He pushed her sweater up to her neck and squeezed her nipples.

"I'll let you know. Who knows what lurks under those baggy clothes she wears."

"Forget her," Jessie sighed. "I don't give a damn who you fuck as long as you take care of me now."

He pushed her bra down and lowered his head to her chest. He brushed his lips over her stiff nipples and murmured softly.

"I can tell you now I never thought you'd show me…"

"Do you like my tits?"

"Who wouldn't? They're big and sucky." She caught her breath and touched his cock through his pants. It felt stiff ad stood straight up. Immature or not, he had irresistible equipment.

She felt her face grow warm and flushed with raw desire.

"We can use the sofa," she said. "Let me take the rest of your clothes off."

"Let's not make a big deal out of a quickie, after all."

He looked hurt, almost like a little boy. Suddenly he grinned.

"You really got a swell pair of tits…" She softened when he almost reverently squeezed her tits.

"I'm ready whenever you are," she whispered, pulling his head down and kissing him.

"Jesus, I'd love to suck your pussy first."

"You don't know the first thing about office sex."

"Teach me."

He looked so sweet and horny she melted. "Tell me exactly what you want to do."

"I want to suck your pussy." She sighed impatiently. "Why?" He looked confused. "Because I dissecting wet cunt."

"We're making progress."

She glanced at the sofa. It was small. There was no way they could stretch out.

"I guess I could try lying down."

"Yeah, lie down and spread those legs for me."

She moaned when he nuzzled his mouth against her crotch-covered pussy. Her cunt twitched with anticipation as he licked up and down the damp nylon.

"Take them off!" she hissed.

"In a minute." He pushed her thighs back and cupped her asscheeks. "Man, what a meal."

"I have to admit you've got good hands. Stick your fingers in there. Yes, in my asscrack. I like being touched there."