Donna Allen - In heat secretary

He stroked in and out, thrusting in only a few inches and then surprising her by plunging deep inside her depths. Each time he pulled out his cock slid deliciously over her clit. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him firmly into the saddle of her thighs.

She reached down and grabbed his balls while he drilled his prick in and out of her gash. He groaned as she caressed his jism filled nuts.

And then suddenly the men changed places. Now Brad mounted her and slid his prick smoothly inside her gash while Bill turned Laura over onto her back and rammed his cock into her mouth.

It occurred to her that Bill's cock was coated with her cuntjuice and now here he was cramming it into Laura's mouth! How crazy it all was!

"Hi, little hell-cat," Brad hissed as he stroked in and out of her pussy-pocket. "Have you missed me?"

He pulled out, leaving only his cockhead inside her and then sank down and filled her cunt tunnel with his throbbing meat.

"Yes!" she gasped.

"Hold my ass," he said.

She reached around and grabbed his ass. He leaned down and kissed her. They exchanged tongues and she hungrily sucked his into her mouth.

He pressed his chest against her tits and when he broke the kiss he leaned down and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. He tugged at it with his lips and teeth and tongued the entire bouncing globe. He pressed his face against her cleavage and bit down on one puckered nipple.

She glanced at Bill and Laura and saw they were in the sixty-nine position. Laura sucked hungrily on Bill's cock and balls and Bill swabbed his tongue up and down the slit.

"Again!" he growled. "Where do you want it?"

"I want it where your wife won't take it!" Laura said. "I want it in my asshole!"

"You got it, cunt!" Brad roared, sliding his massive tool deep inside her bung. "Now, rock!"

Terry rolled onto her side and watched as Brad brutally fucked her roommate's shitter. When he started coming, he dumped half his load into Laura's bung and then finished off inside Terry's mouth.

"Suck it up, bitch!" he bellowed, stuffing his shit-streaked prick into Terry's mouth. "Get the rest, you cock-happy slut!"

One day Mr. Young told Terry his son was coming to work at Century Ltd..

"Show him the ropes, will you, Terry?" Mr. Young said. "He's a little shy and I want to start grooming him for the business world."

Terry assured her boss she'd show the boy around. He would only be working at the office after school and she didn't mind familiarizing him with the company. Mr. Young had been more than fair to her since she'd been working for him.

Now she typed up some reports and did her filing. By two o'clock, when Artie Young arrived, she was happy to have something to do.

"You must be Terry," the freckle-faced redhead said shyly.

"And you must be Artie," Terry smiled.

She showed him where to hang his coat and then walked him around the office. She introduced him to everyone he'd need to know and showed him where the photocopy and mail rooms were.

"You'll be running errands and stuff, I guess," she said as they returned to her office and she settled down at her desk.

"I'll do anything you want me to do," the boy said, his eyes glued to her tits.

Terry's pussy lurched. It had been two weeks since she'd gotten laid and her cunt was horny. It amused her to be stared at by a teenage boy. She flirted as she crossed her legs and asked him to run down and get her some coffee.

"Black and hot, honey," the brunette smiled. "Especially hot."

His eyes crinkled up as he grinned and accepted the dollar bill from her hand. Their fingers touched for a moment and he blushed.

"Whatever you say," he said.

He ran down to the coffee shop and Terry found herself checking her makeup in the mirror she kept in her desk. She brushed her hair and sprayed some perfume on her ears and between her tits.

She started humming and felt a great surge of energy and realized Artie was the cause of her feeling so good. Mr. Young had told her he was a junior in high school. That meant he was not that much younger than Terry. But enough to make her feel confident and in charge.

When he returned with the coffee, she asked him to sit next to her while she showed him the filing system. She deliberately let her thigh touch his and she leaned down and let him peek inside her low-necked sweater at her tits.

"Most of the time I do this myself," she said. "But when I'm on vacation or something you'll be able to cover for me."

"Yeah, sure," he croaked, his face crimson and his eyes glittering.

"Are you listening to me or are you a million miles away?" Terry said, putting down the pile of folders she'd been showing him.

"Oh, uh, I'm listening," he said.

"I don't believe you," Terry giggled. She uncrossed her leg and let her skirt slid up to her thigh. "I don't think you're listening at all."

"Aw, Christ, I'm sorry, Terry," he mumbled.

"What will your father say?" she said as she cocked her head and gazed at him.

"I'll pay attention," he said. "I promise." She blew him a kiss and grinned. Even though she wasn't that much older than he was, it was obvious he looked upon her as an authority figure and would do whatever she told him to do.

And a plan began formulating in her mind. "Are you in a hurry to get home after work?" she said as she leaned back in her chair.

"Naw," he said.

"Maybe we can have a little chat after work," she said, gazing at her watch. "It's almost five now. My, how time flies."

"Jesus, Terry, I'll do anything you want," he said.

She rose up and tiptoed to the door. She glanced outside in the hall and returned to her desk. Mr. Young was out of the town and she decided it would be a kick to use his office to fuck his son.

Because she had decided to fuck Artie. Why not? she thought. He's old enough and he's big enough. And if he's anything like his father he'll be a good cocksman.

"Let's go in here," she said, tugging his hand and leading him into his father's office.

She closed and locked the door behind her and told him to sit down at his father's desk. "Let's pretend you're boss and I'm your secretary," she giggled.

The boy awkwardly sat down at his father's desk. Terry sat in the secretarial chair and once again crossed her legs. She showed him a lot of thigh and tit and sat there staring at him.

"Well, you're the boss, Artie," she said.

"Jesus, I don't know what to say," he said.

"You're not playing the game," she said. "You're supposed to pretend I'm your secretary. And you're supposed to be giving me orders."

"Shit, I can't do that!" he said.

She leaned forward and cupped her chin against the palms of her hand. "Isn't there anything you want me to do, Artie?" she said pointedly.

The boy gulped and swallowed as he shook his head. The horny brunette secretary slowly unbuttoned the top button of her sweater. "Would you like to see a little more cleavage?" she said.

His eyes bulged as she thrust her shoulders back and pushed her tits forward. He licked his lips and made a strange noise deep in his throat.

"Do you like my tits?" she whispered.

The boy nodded, and she continued. "I saw you staring at them before," she said. "I guessed that you liked them."

Suddenly she unbuttoned the rest of her sweater and spread it open. She unhooked the front of her bra and peeled the flimsy cups off her tits.

She gazed at the teenager as he stared openmouthed at her boobs. Her nipples were hard and throbbing and pinkish-brown with excitement. The boy couldn't take his eyes off her jugs.

"Stand up, Artie," she said, and the boy stumbled to his feet.

She inspected his crotch. His cock was throbbing inside his fly. The boy undoubtedly had a nice-sized hard-on in his jeans. And it was all for her.