Janet McCoy - The secretary_s itch

"Mmmmmm… I love the taste of your cock, Barry darling," she told him.

She was nibbling his prick like a woman possessed, thoroughly absorbed in the wantonness of her labors. She wanted to taste his cum now! To make him shoot his sperm deep into her throat!

"Oohh Gawd… Jee-zuz, that's good!" he groaned.

He couldn't think any more. All he knew was that he needed to cum. Needed to fill her up! Watching her lovely face slaving over his cock was all he needed to carry him off.

"Aahhhh, oooohhhh… I'm cuming-g-g!" he told her in a low groan. He jerked his loins again and again, hard into her face.

Sue was content. She sucked his prick, lapping up his cum. It made her erotic experiences complete. She had cum in her mouth and in her pussy.

I love it! I love it! she thought wantonly as she licked her lips clean. She licked his cock, feeling it shrink.

She looked up at him, a sexy glow all over her face. "That was good, Barry."

"Yeah, baby," he said enthusiastically. "Really good. I'm sure glad I decided to come by and see you."

"Me too."

Yes, Sue giggled to herself as she headed back to her desk. Workdays just aren't the same any more.

As she fitted paper into her typewriter, she was aware of a presence behind her. She started to turn around, an intimate grin on her face. She expected it to be Barry. He must not have left the office yet.

It wasn't Barry. It was Ken Adler.

"You look like you've been having a good day," he said ironically.

"Yes, I have. A wonderful day," she sighed.

"Spending a lot of time in the boss's office and in the storeroom, I noticed."

"Ken, are you spying on me?"

"Hell no, I just happen to be very observant, that's all. I used to be a gunner in the Air Force. It made me very observant."

She wasn't sure what he was getting at.

"So, yes," she admitted at last, "I've had lots to do today."

"And was Barry Fields helping you with your work in there?"

So he'd seen!

"Yes… yes, he was," she told him defiantly. "I want to see you tonight, Sue."

"I'm sorry, Ken. Tonight's the night I do my hair. And I have some letters to write."

He glared at her.

She knew him when he was in this mood. She had better be agreeable.

"Okay. Come by about eight."

"Seven!"

"Okay."

Sue enjoyed the trip home from work that day. Usually she found it a drag to take the bus. But today her car was being repaired and she had no choice.

She made a game of the long slow trip on the bus. She smiled and flirted with her eyes at the good-looking men who got on. She even let one talk her into a cup of coffee at the shopping center where she had to change buses.

"Why don't you come by and see my place?" he suggested. "It's right near here."

She smiled at him. He was young – probably not more than twenty – and very cute. Kind of innocent in a lusty way. Her experiences with Johnny Cosgrove had taught her a lot about teen-aged males – they should never be underestimated. She bet this young fellow could fuck with the best of them. Anyone as good-looking as he was undoubtedly got lots of practice.

"I'm sorry," she said; "I have to get home. I have a friend coming by. Maybe we'll see each other another time."

"Okay," he said regretfully. "I'll wait for the bus with you."

They sat in the little wooden hut that was designed as a shelter for bus passengers. It was built of wood to about the waist level and glass above. No one else was using the shelter. No one stood nearby.

On impulse Sue reached down and patted the slight bulge in the boy's trousers. His cock was half-hard, apparently from the nearness of her. She began to work down the zipper of his fly.

"I'd like to give you something to remember me by, Bruce," she said. She kissed him full on the mouth as her hand reached in and pulled out his cock.

She smiled at the startled look on his face when she pulled her mouth away from his.

"What's the matter?" she teased. "Why don't you keep your eye out for spies while I have a taste of your nice cock?"

Bruce gulped and licked his lips. He was interested in getting into this chick's pants. But he hadn't reckoned on anything as uninhibited as getting his cock sucked right in the middle of a shopping center! He was tempted to tell her to stop. But the first touch of her tongue on his cock pulled him up short.

"Shit, that feels terrific!" he told her. He put his hand in her hair and pushed her down closer to his cock.

Sue opened wide and began to bob her head up and down, up and down. This was the third cock she'd sucked today. The thought titillated her. It was like a new adventure, every time she got herself into another sexual situation. The idea that she could be discovered at any moment made it all the more daring.

The young man was settling down lower on the hut bench. His legs were parted wide. It was all he could do to keep his eye on the passersby, to make sure none got too close.

"Shit, suck it, bitch!" he told her. The blood was pounding heatedly through his veins. He didn't know when he had been this excited.

Sue could tell by the way Bruce's cock swelled and hardened in her mouth that he would be an easy one to get over the brink. He was obviously dazzled by her raunchy sexuality. He had probably never met a woman so daring. She sucked him with erotic enthusiasm, as if she hadn't been near a hard cock for months. He was a nice boy. She wanted to help him get it off. She wanted to give herself a treat too. This was the first complete stranger she had ever seduced!

"Mmmm, what a nice big cock you have!" She looked up at him and licked her lips suggestively. Then she went back to sucking.

Her lips and tongue on his cock were driving him wild. He could feel his balls heavy with lust. He could feel his nerve-endings tense, ready for the explosion to come. It wouldn't be long now.

"Suck it! Suck it! Ah Jeez, that's the way, baby. I'm cuming!" He was fascinated as she worked over his cock to swallow his thick white cum. When she raised her head from his cock, it was licked clean.

"Ooohh," she said suddenly. "It's bus time. Be seeing you, Bruce."

The boy was left with a memory that would linger for a long, long time.

Sue reveled in the feel of her wet pulsing pussy all the rest of the way home. She had been excited by her own wanton abandon in the bus shack. A few months ago, she would never have even dared dream about such a debauched encounter. Now she felt so good about it, she figured she might have to play with herself before Ken arrived.

She thought about what had prompted the scene with him in the office this afternoon. Could he be jealous? He knew she saw other men. But maybe his suspicions about what she was doing with Mr. Lawson and Barry Fields had brought home to him something he had ignored before.

Maybe he loves me, she thought recklessly.

When she got home, she had a quick shower and dressed in a low-cut black evening dress. She wore nothing underneath. She expected Ken would be taking her out to dinner. It would titillate her to think about her own nakedness under her dress.

The doorbell rang at ten to seven. She let Ken in and threw her anus around him. He pushed her off. She was offended, then worried. Of all her sexual escapades, she enjoyed those with Ken more. She didn't want to lose him!

"What's the matter, Ken?" she asked anxiously.

He remained silent. He sat on the couch and glowered at the bowl of flowers on the coffee table.

She tried a new approach.

She poured them each a substantial scotch on the rocks. She placed his on the table before him. He picked it up and took a long swig.

"So what's the matter?" she asked matter-of-factly.

He looked at her for a moment. Anger flared from his eyes.