Tom Allison - The secretary gets off

"Suck it good now! Unnngggh! Make me cum, you big-titted little bitch! Make my pussy cum!"

Becky sucked the swollen, throbbing clit harder still, pressing her tongue on the underside, licking rapidly up and down. She twisted her fingers deep inside Diane's pussy, then pushed them rapidly in and out.

"Awww, fuck, I'm cumming now!" Diane squealed. She clawed the back of Becky's head, fucking her ass rhythmically off the desk. "Eat my pussy, eat my horny little pussy! Unnngggh! Cuuunmmmiiinnngg!"

Diane's wet little pussy hole spasmed in orgasm, pulsating on Becky's mouth, rewarding the busty teen's cunt-licking efforts with a heavy flow of womanly cream. By now feeling quite horny, Becky eagerly kept licking and lapping, guiding Diane through the full force of her orgasm. Then the embarrassed teen sat straight again, licking the pussy juice from the corners of her mouth and looking up at Diane submissively.

"That's enough for now," Diane said.

Diane slid off the desk, puffing her skirt down and reaching for her panties.

"You know, your new boss has quite a reputation around here," Diane said. "He works his ass off, but he never makes a fuss when everybody else steals the credit."

Becky didn't say anything. She was still thinking about the taste of Diane's cunt.

"Shit, nobody wants to give him credit. If he got promoted, everybody'll have to work twice as hard to live up to his standards. So they keep on passing him by. As a matter of fact, they're going to be passing him by again real soon. My boss has a nice, fat project to award to someone, and Steve Dawson isn't going to get it. Mitch is, and it'll be because of me. Now what do you think of them apples, Becky? Hmmm?"

Becky was still too distracted to speak. Diane giggled and wiggled her buns teasingly.

"I might just send somebody by to see you tomorrow," Diane smiled. "A friend of mine. Peter Cade. I think you'll like him. He likes getting his cock sucked."

"But…"

"You'd better just go along, honey. After all, if you don't keep this job, you know you're never going to have a shot at getting Mitch back." Then Diane started to walk away. "Of course, you're never going to get him back anyway!"

And then the smirking Diane disappeared down the corridor, leaving Becky alone again. Becky sighed, slumping in her chair and then shamefully lifting the front of her own skin. Soon the sexually frustrated brunette teenager was fingerfucking, her hand moving rapidly under her panties, darting her finger eagerly in and out of her gooey, smoldering cunt.

Well, there just wasn't anything else for her to do, was there? And Diane was right. If she wanted to keep the job, she'd just have to go along.

"Unnggg! Oh, I'm so horny!" Becky whimpered. And soon the ashamed, horny teenager was jacking off her pussy like a bitch in heat, her panties dangling around her ankles, her knees cocked up high and spread wide, feverishly punching her fingers in and out of her throbbing, aching cunt.

"That tastes good, huh?" Peter Cade snickered. "Shit, Diane was right about you! You really know how to suck cock!"

It was six the next evening. Peter Cade was a reasonably handsome thirty-five-year-old executive with thinning blonde hair, a slightly plump body, and a very big dick. It was his long, fat meat organ that Becky was pre-occupied with now.

He was every bit as rude and arrogant as Diane was. Ten minutes earlier he had entered her cubicle and told her that he was the one that Diane had told her about. Then he had simply hopped on her desk and pulled off his pants. His cock had already been stiff when he'd taken it out, and it was even stiffer now.

Because Becky was busily sucking it. She didn't know what else to do. She felt as if the strain of breaking up with Mitch and of going to work so suddenly for a new company had weakened her resolve. Deep down inside, she had to know that she didn't really have to give a free suck job to a total stranger.

But she was doing it anyway. She didn't want to get fired. She half-believed the threat Diane had made about blackmailing her with a phony arrest charge, too. More than anything else, Becky knew she didn't want to stop working for Steve Dawson. She'd only known him for one day, but her attraction to him seemed to grow stronger by the hour.

Besides, Peter Cade had a really neat-tasting cock!

"That's right, honey!" Cade held her head with both hands, staring down at her face, watching her ovaled lips gliding smoothly up and down the fat length of his boner. "Do a nice, hard job of sucking it, honey! Unnggggh! Oh, shit, what a sweet little cocksucking artist you are! You're really gonna make me cum buckets!"

The top heavy teen sucked and sucked, her eyes tightly shut, oblivious to everything but the feel and taste of Peter Cade's hard-on. The rod was very stiff, pulsating rhythmically between her lips. The knob was throbbing on the roof of her mouth too, with a fervor that told Becky that he was going to spray a nice, big load of cum sap down her throat.

She slid her hand up his hairy thigh, tightening her finger around the root of his huge, salty tasting prick. Then Becky started pumping her fist rapidly up and down, urgently beating his meat from the base up to her sucking lips.

The boner responded by growing stiffer than ever, making Peter Cade gasp and sigh as his cock throbbed and oozed deep inside her mouth. Becky flared her nostrils for air, becoming more and more immersed in the wanton pleasure of sucking cock. Rhythmically she alternated between puffing her cheeks up, then caving them sharply in again, bellowing them in and out, working on the stiff, leaky cock like a sexual milking machine.

"Make it cum, honey! Really make it cum!" The horny teen sucked the huge, tasty prick as hard as she could, her whole face reddening with the torrid intensity of her cocksucking. Rapidly she punched her head up and down, coming close to choking herself as she wantonly fucked her mouth with his cock.

The harder she sucked a prick, the louder her cocksucking noises grew, and now the slurping, smacking, gurgling sounds she made were so noisy that she could hardly hear herself think over them. Becky sucked and sucked, swirling her tongue sloppily all over the wide, flared knob of his big boner.

Suddenly Peter Cade clutched her head much harder, twining his fingers in her long, straight hair. Urgently he fucked his hips off the desk, his prick growing even stiffer between her lips.

"Swallow it, honey! Ahhh, ahhhhh, here it cummmsssss!"

A huge load of cum juice spewed out of his cock head, rocketing onto the roof of her mouth, then gushing repeatedly down her throat. Becky choked, trying too hard to suck prick and swallow cum at the same time. But the semen-craving teen quickly suppressed the gagging reflex. Instead she sucked and jacked his cock more energetically than ever, working her throat muscles at the same time, eagerly slurping every tasty drop of jizz out of the head of his big pisser.

"Okay, that's enough," Cade panted excitedly. "Get on the floor now, honey. That was just a warm-up, as far as I'm concerned. Now I'm really gonna fuck you!"

"But you-you can't fuck me right in the office!"

"The hell I can't!"

And then he half-pushed, half-guided her into the dog-fucking position on the rug beside her desk. For some reason, this seemed like even more of a risk to Becky than giving a blow job. It didn't take long for a guy to stuff his prick back into his pants. But it was awfully hard to look innocent if you got caught in mid-stroke.

This obviously made no difference to Cade. With Becky securely ensconced in the doggie position, he knelt behind her and hastily pulled up her skirt. Then he practically ripped off her panties, exposing her plump, rounded ass cheeks, and the hairy mouth of her cunt. "Bend down farther."