Donna Allen: In heat secretary

He pulled a bottle of scotch out of his desk drawer and stared at her cleavage. "Tell me about yourself, Terry," he said, pouring two shots in as many glasses and handing one to the young secretary who sat across from him.

"There's not much to tell, Mr. Young," nineteen-year-old Terry Gregson said nervously as she sipped her scotch. "I graduated from secretarial school last month and this is my first job."

The big-boobed brunette's hands shook as she placed the glass back on the desk. Mr. Young was one of her bosses and it felt strange to be sitting in his office drinking. Normally when he called her in, he wanted to dictate or have her make a phone call for him. But today was her three-week anniversary on the job and when he called her into his office he immediately pulled out the bottle.

"You're doing a very good job, Terry," he grinned, gazing at her legs.

She sipped her drink nervously as she thanked him. "I really love it here," she said breathlessly. "I really do."

"And we're all fond of you, my dear," the middle-aged man said.

Terry wasn't sure how old Mr. Young was, but he was the oldest in her department. At least thirty-five. The others were closer to her own age. Maybe that was why he made her nervous. He was so dignified and successful. And good-looking.

Now he refilled her glass and rose to his feet. He walked to the front of the desk and smiled down at her. "I'll bet a pretty girl like you has a lot of boyfriends," he said.

Terry held her breath for a moment. The way he looked at her tits made her feel strange.

He had a way of seeing through a girl. Like knowing that her panties were moist and her cunt-bush damp.

"No one special," she said. "Not now."

"Oh?" he said, raising his eyebrows. "Does that mean there was someone until recently?"

He casually tousled her long wavy hair and refilled her glass.

"You're going to make me drunk, Mr. Young," she said. "And I won't be able to type a thing for the rest of the day."

"Never mind that," he said. "It's almost three o'clock and it's your anniversary. Remember? We were celebrating. Now, tell me all about your boyfriend troubles."

There was something about the way he said boyfriend troubles and something about tile way he was fondling her hair that made the young secretary's heart beat faster.

"I'm sure half the guys around here have already made a pass at you," Mr. Young said as he took her hand and lightly stroked it. "A pretty little thing like you."

Terry smiled. It was nice to hear compliments. Anyway, the scotch had gone to her head and she felt mellow and a little dizzy. "Well, a few have," she admitted.

Now Mr. Young tugged at her hand. "Come sit over here, honey," he said. "Kick your shoes off and talk to me. A man needs a little relaxation after a week like I've had."

They sat down on the leather sofa and Terry found herself telling him all about her ex-boyfriend and her roommates and the fun she was having since she'd come to work at Century Ltd..

The longer she talked, the less nervous she became, until finally she found herself giggling and leaning against Mr. Young's chest as he draped an arm around her shoulder.

"Have you heard any gossip about me?" he said as he toyed with her hair.

"Gossip?"

"You know," he smirked. "The usual stuff that floats around a big office. Like my extracurricular activities, for example."

The young secretary had heard rumors about Mr. Young. She knew he was married and had a couple of children and she also knew he ran around with girls in the office.

She blushed as she looked down at her lap. "I try not to listen to that kind of thing," she said softly. She was aware of his fingers on her neck and she trembled slightly as she felt his hand on her thigh.

She decided ta say nothing. He probably didn't mean anything by it. And besides she didn't want to make him angry. She loved her job and needed it badly. She had rent to pay now and food to buy. Of course she had two roommates, but if she didn't pay her share she'd be out on the street.

She had decided long ago not to take any money from her parents once she was working. She wanted to be independent and make her own decisions. As much as she loved them, if she took money from them they'd still consider her a child and she didn't want that.

She took a deep breath and continued chattering. Her heart pounded as Mr. Young blew his warm breath on her neck. She pretended to ignore it. Still, it had been so long since she'd gotten laid. And her poor little pussy was so horny. What harm was a little flirting?

Now Mr. Young refilled her glass and continued questioning her about her love life. But then he became bolder. "You're not a virgin, are you?" he said.

Terry blushed. "No," she giggled. "Nowadays, no one is."

She leaned over and picked up her drink from the coffee table. Mr. Young leaned over with her and their fingers met. "You really turn me on, Terry," he said.

Her creamy-skinned tits bulged over the top of her sweater when she leaned over, revealing the rising slopes of her boobs. She nervously ran her tongue over her lips.

"I'm talking too much," she said, putting her glass down. "And I'm drinking too much too. I'm not used to drinking this much in the middle of the day. I'm probably saying dumb things too."

She turned to face him then and he stared into her eyes. "You're adorable," he said hoarsely. He cupped her cheek in his hand and brought his mouth to her lips.

"Mr. Young!" she mumbled as he pressed his lips against hers.

She struggled against him a moment, but he closed his arms around her and she gave in to the demands of her body. She felt her big tits flatten against his broad chest and felt her nipples throb and stiffen.

Well, here goes, she thought. Whatever happens, happens!

She melted against him. Her tits poked his chest and throbbed with excitement. She stuck her tongue into his mouth and they frenched hotly.

He moved his hands up and down her back and she pressed herself against him. His hands slid inside her sweater and touched her bare skin and her pussy convulsed in total surrender.

He moved one hand to his crotch and unzipped his fly while he speared his tongue in and out of her sucking mouth. He took his cock out and let it rest against her thigh.

She curled her fingers around his upthrust prick, stroking his fuckpole with an eagerness that surprised her.

"Terry, Terry!" he murmured, his tongue caressing her teeth and gums.

She sucked his tongue ravenously as she fluttered her fingers up and down his fuckstalk.

"It's all yours!" he hissed in her ear.

He bit her earlobe and she sighed as she felt his cock pulsate in her hand. She tried not to think about the fact that he was a married man. The young secretary had never fucked a married man before. She knew in her heart it was wrong, but couldn't slop herself now. Things had gone too far to stop. Her pussy, not her intellect, controlled her actions.

Now they continued frenching as he unbuttoned her sweater and slipped it off her shoulders. Her tits heaved as she breathed deeply. He cupped her tits in his hands and caressed her giant jugs. He tweaked her nipples through the lace of her bra and the horny brunette gasped.

"Let me take your panties off," he said, sliding his hands up her skirt and hooking his fingers in the waistband of her bikinis.

She lifted her ass up off the leather sofa and he peeled her panties off her legs. The leather felt cool on her bare ass. She hooked her feet onto the sofa cushion and exposed herself to his eyes.

He licked his lips as he gazed at her fur triangle. She spread her legs slightly and let him have a good look at her excited gash. The booze made her inhibitions disappear and she bunched her skirt up to her waist and ran her fingernails through her thick forest.