Donna Allen - In heat secretary

She began to wonder if Brad and Bill were going to return at all. Maybe they were going to leave her here to sleep it off. But she didn't feel like sleeping. She lay there floating in space while she moved her hands over her pussy and stroked herself.

"You started without us," a deep voice said.

She glanced up into Brad's eyes. "You're back!" she giggled.

"Did you think I wouldn't be?" he smiled, helping her sit up and handing her a martini.

"Oh, I don't know about this," she said as she sipped the drink. "I'm already pretty dizzy," she hiccuped.

"This'll help you sober up," Brad said, urging her to gulp the rest of the martini. "It's not like the other stuff."

Bill walked into the room then with a plateful of pastries. "You have no idea how good this shit tastes when you're rocking," he said to no one in particular as he bit into an eclair. Brad handed an eclair to Terry who bit deeply and choked on the cream. She handed it back to him and closed her eyes as she stroked her tits.

"You turned-on, honey?" Brad said, closing his hand over hers as she rubbed her tits.

"Dynamite!" she giggled.

"It does it every time," Brad chuckled. In her stoned haze, she heard the rustle of clothes being removed. When she opened her eyes, both men were slipping their shirts off. Every moment seemed to last forever as she watched their muscular chests emerge.

Her pink tongue darted out of her mouth and moved over her lips. "You're beautiful," she said to Brad, licking her lips and spreading her legs.

"What about me?" Bill said. "Aren't I pretty too?"

"My pussy is so hot," she sighed, pulling her skirt up and cupping her hand over her pussy.

"That's the idea," Brad said as he sat down on the edge of the sofa and stroked her tits.

"But I'm so wet and hot," she sighed. "I've never felt like this before."

She rubbed her inner thighs as she spoke. Somewhere in her subconscious mind she knew she was exposing her cunt to two strange men. But it didn't seem to matter. It didn't even seem to matter that her best friend was in love with Brad. Her cunt was hot and wet and nothing mattered anymore except satisfying its craving.

Both men were naked from the waist up, but still wore their jeans. Bill sat on the floor, leaning against the wall and rubbing the big bulge in his crotch. Brad sat next to her on the sofa and stroked her as she eyed the bulge in his crotch.

"Keep playing with yourself, honey," Brad said. "Get yourself good and hot."

"I've never felt this way before," she said. She gazed at both men. Their cocks stood out, rigid and throbbing inside their jeans. Oh, Lordie! she thought. What am I doing here?

Her hand busily stroked her pussy as she gazed from one prick to the other. Brad leaned over and slipped his hand inside her sweater to tease her tits.

He forced his hand inside her tightly packed bra and flicked her nipple. He pinched and pulled her lust-stiffened nipple and she rubbed her clit.

"Let's get her clothes off," Bill said as he rose up from the floor and approached the sofa.

Four hands went to work on her then. They pulled and tugged at her clothes. Terry lifted her ass and let them slide her skirt off. They pulled her sweater over her head and her bra off her tits. They snickered when they saw her garter belt and stockings and each man slid a stocking off her legs.

Now she was completely naked and she spread her thighs wide and touched the dampness of her snatch. "I've never felt this way before," she said again and then giggled uncontrollably.

"She's really out of it," Bill chuckled as both men struggled out of their jeans and shorts.

Terry grabbed for one of their pricks. She no longer cared who it belonged to. Both were big and stiff. She curled her fingers around it and Brad grunted as she squeezed his pulsating fuck-stick.

"Come on, momma," he chanted. "Give it a good workout."

"Isn't she Laura's roommate?" Bill said.

"Yeah," Brad said, his eyes closed and his teeth clenched.

"She's a sexy bitch, isn't she?" Bill said as Terry ran her fingers up and down the length of Brad's cock and cupped his jism-filled balls.

"That's what they say," Brad chuckled pumping his ass and pushing his cock against her hand.

Terry wondered if Bill was married. Then suddenly she felt herself being pushed down onto the floor.

"How about a little head?" Brad said, straddling her tits. "Let's have a little deep throat, kiddo!"

She opened her, jaws wide and waited for him to plunge his prick inside her mouth. Bill stretched out on his side next to her and toyed with her tits as Brad slapped his stiff prick against her moist lips.

"Look at this bitch," Brad said. "She can't wait to get her lips around it."

"She's so fucking stoned, she doesn't know what hit her," Bill said.

"Yeah, but she's hot," Brad said. "This is a hot cunt. I can tell."

And once again he slapped his cock against her face. "Lick it, bitch!" he said. "Lick it good!"

A shiver of excitement shot through her as he beat her with his stiff dick. She flicked her tongue over his juiced-up cockhead. When Bill took her hand and closed her fingers over his prong, she eagerly squeezed his male-meat as she darted her tongue over Brad's cockshaft.

She dragged her nails over Bill's balls, fluttering her fingers up to his cock-knob and touching the drop of jizz brimming in his piss slit. He pumped his rod in and out of her sweaty palm. She used her other hand to grab Brad's prick and force it into her mouth.

She parted her lips and slid his dick-meat into the hot cave of her mouth. Once it was inside she closed her lips and sucked in a few inches of his cockshaft.

"I'm gonna fuck your throat!" he said huskily as he pressed his balls against her chin. "I'm gonna fuck your fucking throat, bitch cunt!"

She pumped frantically on Bill's dick while she sucked more and more of Brad's cock into her mouth. Brad's butt grazed her tits and he reached back and stroked her snatch while he fed her his meat.

Suddenly Brad lurched forward and plunged his cock all the way inside her throat. She choked and tried to force it out, but he held fast and she controlled her gag reflex.

And then Brad was stretched out on his back and she was hovering over him. Her long dark hair was tickling his thighs and his cock was jammed against the back of her throat.

He held her head and fucked her face with deep thrusts of his prick. His cock slid all the way inside her until her nose was buried in his cock-bush.

Bill had moved behind her and was pawing her cunt and ass while she deep-throated Brad. He plunged two fingers into her gash and tweaked her clit, and the horny brunette secretary sucked gluttonously on Brad's fuckpole.

"I'm gonna stick my cock into your ass," Bill said in her ear.

"Oh, Lord!" she gasped.

He squeezed her ass and chanted in her ear. "I'm gonna plug your shitter and make you see stars, baby. I'm gonna fuck your eyes out and make you beg for more. Right up your chocolate highway, baby. I'm gonna give it to you right up the old shit-chute."

Terry sucked Brad's cock back into her mouth and swayed her firm ass as Bill gripped her hips and pulled her asscheeks apart. He exposed her tight bunghole and she squealed as Brad plunged his prick against her tonsils.

"Give it to her," Brad snickered as he fucked her mouth. "Give her the old backdoor routine. Make it nice and loose for me, old buddy."

"Shit, that's what I'm doing," Bill said, as he spread her pussy-juice over her ass crease and squeezed a finger into her shitter.

Terry's body floated as he rubbed his cockhead against her asscrack. She continued sucking Brad's cock, but trembled at the feel of Bill's fuck-stick against her shit-tunnel.

"It won't be long now, baby," Bill croaked. "I'm gonna send it up your hot little butt. Are you ready?"