Janet McCoy - The secretary_s itch

His head typist was poised and ready, bent over his desk, her naked bum luring him like a red flag before a bull. His cock was pulsing, hard and thick in his hand. He guided it in along the tight crack in her buttocks. When it struck the soft rubbery hale that led up into her cunt, he pushed. Hard and deep…

"Aaaaaaggghh!" she groaned. She reached across his desk and grasped at the book-ends for moral support. The young brunette felt intensely aroused by the daring depravity of her position. Here she was, bent over her boss's desk like a hunk of meat, his cock buried in her cunt.

It was lewd. It was perverse. Mmmmm, she loved it!

"Oooohh, Mr. Lawson… your big cock feels sooo good inside my pussy. Do it to me… please, Mr. Lawson."

"You bet I'm going to do it to you, baby!" he grunted. "My prick wouldn't let me do anything else. It's been waiting a long time for this!"

He gripped her hips firmly and planted his feet solidly on the floor. Then he established a solid, steady rhythm in and out of her hotly clasping pussy. Her cunt was so wet and ready for him. It nibbled at his prick so hungrily. Now Dave Lawson was sure he was in heaven!

"Uuuhhh, Gawd, it's sweet pussy," he murmured. His brain was a reel with the obscene titillation of what he was doing. When he had called Sue Walsh into his office, he'd had no idea he would end up with her bent over his desk, groaning under his stiff prick. What a fantasy!

"Oooohhh… aahh, it's wonderful, Mr. Lawson… fuck me, fuck my pussy!"

Her lewd encouragement drove the older man on to greater efforts. He slammed his cock more energetically up into her clinging cunt. He reveled in the way her neat little ass churned back to meet his every solid in stroke.

"Uuuuhh… that's the way," she told him. "Do it harder… harder, Mr. Lawson."

"Anything for you, little lady," he told her ironically. "That's the way, baby. Move that little ass of yours!"

It had been so long since Dave Lawson had enjoyed an incredible fuck like this one that he knew it wouldn't be long before he blew his wad. Filled her hungry little pussy with an onslaught of thick cum. He wanted to do it. Jee-zuz, he wanted to do it! But first he wanted to see her go out of her mind with excitement.

Dave rammed his cock hard again and again, deep into the girl's pussy. He knew by the way her ass-cheeks moved more and more wildly back against him that she was climbing higher and higher. It wouldn't be long now… for either of them.

"Oooohh! Ooooooohhh! Yeah-h-h! Do it! Do it!"

"Oh baby, yeah! Move it! Move it!" he answered her.

They worked like two animals, bringing each other increasingly intense pleasure, with their own pleasure uppermost in mind. Her ivory ass-cheeks writhed provocatively back against the fly of his trousers. His thick cock soared deep into her pink clinging pussy that seemed so reluctant to let him go each time it had him.

The atmosphere in the room was becoming thick with raw lust. Forgotten were the work chores that both of them were supposed to be occupied with at the moment. Both their worlds had zeroed in on the tumultuous sexual experience they were sharing in the boss's office.

Sue's upper torso slid back and forth over his desk in response to his hard-slamming fucking rhythm. Her long hair was splayed over sheaves of paper and folders. She didn't care. She didn't even notice. Her attention was focused in her wet snatch.

"Oooooohh… oohhhhhhh… beautiful! Yeah-h-h, like that! Like that!"

She could feel the awesome flood building inside her writhing belly. Her moment was at hand now.

"Oooohh, Mr. Lawson… you're making me cum!" she wailed.

She lost all realization of what was happening. Her being was afire with erotic sensation. Pleasure – pure pleasure – had claimed her again…

Dave Lawson felt proud and excited. He'd done it! He'd brought this beautiful, sensual woman to orgasm! Now he too, could enjoy his sweet reward!

"Jeez… oh Gawd…" he mooned as his slamming hips carried him up to the point where he could let go. "Aaaiieee… I'm cummmm-ing-g-g!"

He pumped his hot load deep into her cunt, then held his pelvis pressed against her ass for a moment. Almost as soon as the titillating sensations had died, the older man was back in the present.

Jee-zuz Christ, what have I done? he thought confusedly. Then his mind retraced the experiences of the last few minutes. He smiled broadly.

I did it, and I'm glad, he told himself happily. He realized this episode would give him fuel for living for a long time to come.

"You'd better get back to work, Sue," he told the girl. He wanted to reestablish business relations – for the moment.

"Certainly, Mr. Lawson," she breathed. There was a dreamy quality to her voice that made his cock pulse with pride. She put on her panties and smoothed down her skirt. He watched her tight little ass wriggle as it left the room.

For Dave Lawson, there was no more work that day. He left early and treated himself to a cocktail at the Hawaiian Inn. Then he went home and fucked his wife Ethel with a fury that shook the cobwebs from their sex-life.

When Sue got back to her desk, there was someone waiting for her. Someone she hadn't seen for a long time.

"Why, Barry Fields!" she greeted him. "Long time, no see!"

He seemed surprised by her greeting.

"I wasn't so sure you'd want to see me," he told her – a little shyly.

It pleased her to see Barry a little unsure of himself for a change. Modesty became him, she decided. She had forgotten what a handsome man he was, with his blond hair and big blue eyes.

"Why wouldn't I want to see you?" she said brightly. "You're a nice fellow. I like nice fellows."

He stared at her critically for a few minutes. "You've changed, Sue," he told her.

"Have I?" she asked archly. "Is it for better or for worse?"

His features gradually relaxed into a broad grin. Obviously, Barry seemed satisfied that he knew what had changed her.

"Definitely for the better," he said. "You're wearing your hair different. It looks great."

"Thank you. I decided to quit being such a stick-in-the-mud. To learn to laugh. It's done wonders for me, don't you think?" She smoothed her shiny hair with a hand. The action caused her breasts to stand out.

"It sure has!" he enthused. Barry had never thought he would see the day when Sue Walsh would become a flirt. But he liked the change. He liked it!

Obviously the hard feelings between them were a thing of the past as far as Sue was concerned. She bore no grudge for the night he had almost raped her. He too was willing to let sleeping dogs lie, though he had worried for a long time over the part of himself he had seen that night. Sue's new, blatant sexuality was exciting Barry. He was embarrassed to realize he was getting a hard-on, right here in the office. To his confusion Sue looked straight at it – stand, in fact.

"Uuuhh… what were you doing in with old man Lawson for such a long time?" he asked in the hopes of diverting her attention.

"Oooohh, we had some business things to handle. We'd been having some differences, but it's all straightened out now." While she spoke, her eyes remained riveted on the crotch of his trousers. A slow sensual grin played across her features.

"Oh… I'm glad to hear it," Barry replied. Finally in exasperation, he asked: "Would you mind not staring? Somebody's liable to notice."

She looked at him with her sultry dark eyes. He could feel his cock lurch in his pants, so suggestive was her look.

"I can't help staring at something so attractive. It turns me on."

He was dumbfounded. He was beginning to wonder if this was another woman masquerading as Sue Walsh. She acted more like Greta the receptionist. Only prettier and sexier.