Tom Allison - The secretary gets off

The important thing was to see that Steve Dawson got the promotion he deserved.

Because Becky had already decided he was the man she wanted to be her husband.

"Now, you're going to be absolutely sure to give that project assignment to Mitch, aren't you, Mr. Harrison?"

Frank Harrison didn't answer right away. The handsome, forty-five-year-old executive was sprawled in the big easy chair behind his desk, his pants bunched around his ankles, his huge cock throbbing and tingling with its engorgement of blood and cum.

His secretary Diane was kneeling in front of him, playing with a nice, stiff prick.

"It's too important!" Harrison moaned. "He's not qualified! I should give it to Dawson!"

"Steve Dawson's just a goody-goody, Mr. Harrison. You don't really want to promote him, do you? Everybody would have to work twice as hard to keep up with him." Diane giggled. "Then you might not even have time for this."

Diane emphasized her meaning by jacking the executive's big cock much harder, whipping her right hand rhythmically up and down the long, bloated stalk. Harrison groaned with pleasure, his fuck shaft throbbing between her fingers. Diane sighed as she watched the piss hole open up, leaking out tasty droplets of cock cream.

"Your boner's leaking, Mr. Harrison!"

She ran her palm over and around his plump, shiny-skinned cock head, making the executive gasp as she coated it with a slick coating of pre-jizz.

"Unnnggggh! Oh, Diane!"

"Will you give the project to Mitch, Mr. Harrison?"

"I-I-I have to give an assistant vice presidency to whoever does the project!" Harrison groaned. "He-he doesn't deserve it! Too important! Whole North American manufacturing contingent – fuck us up royal if he botches it – gotta be done in just a few days."

"He'll do it, Mr. Harrison. Honest. Mitch wants to succeed."

But Diane felt a tiny, gnawing doubt even as she spoke. The truth was that office politics could only carry one so far. She didn't know herself if Mitch could handle the project.

But, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

"I'm – all right!" Harrison panted. His big cock was as hard as iron, throbbing violently between her fingers. "All right, anything. I-I'm sure he'll do a good job. Just keep taking care of me sexually, Diane! Now let me cum, honey! Please let me cum!"

"Ooooh, Mr. Harrison!"

Diane immediately started beating his stiff cock much faster than before, wildly whipping her fist up and down the throbbing stalk of his hard meat. She opened her mouth, plunging her lips onto the jutting stiffness of the shaft. Feverishly the vixenish blonde sucked in the blood-beating length of his hard-on, shutting her eyes as she took the erected cock pole deep down her throat.

She stopped when she had over a third of it jammed in her mouth, when she was on the verge of choking herself on the salty stiffness of the shaft. Diane wrapped her lips wetly around his boner, and then she caved in her cheeks and started sucking prick just as hard as she could.

"Unnggggh! Oh, Diane! Feels good! Suck it, honey! Suck my cock!"

Diane sucked cock like a pro, her cheeks flushing bright pink with the torrid intensity of her cocksucking. She slurped and smacked noisily on his big prick, knowing that it turned a man on to hear the gooey, gurgling sounds of a nice, wet blow job in progress.

The cock responded by growing stiffer than ever, signaling that the handsome older executive was about to spray her tonsils with spouting cock juice. The horny blonde sucked dick as hard as she could, feeling her panty crotch getting wet and steamy as her pussy responded to the intense pleasure she always derived in a good session of cocksucking.

"Cumming, Diane! Unnnggggh! Suck my cock, honey! Cuuummmmiiinnnggggg!"

The massive cock started to spew, jetting long, salty streams of cum sap down Diane's welcoming throat. Feverishly Diane clung to the erupting cock shaft, jacking and sucking, working her throat muscles to gulp down every frothy drop. Then she popped the big tool out of her mouth and kept jacking on it long after his cum had subsided, shamelessly milking the last droplets from the head of his prick.

"Your cock's still hard, Mr. Harrison. Looks like you get an extra special treat today!"

Diane rose to her feet, hiking up her skirt and pulling down her panties. The broad, leather upholstered executive chair was wide enough for two. Diane hurriedly straddled Frank Harrison's waist, planting her knees on the cushion to either side of his hips.

She reached between her thighs, grasping his stiff, slimy fuck organ and inserting the knob between the curly-haired lips of her well moistened cunt.

"Fuck my pussy, Mr. Harrison!"

She clutched his shoulders and started wiggling and humping her buns in a downward spiral, making her glove-tight pussy slide down onto the blood-beating stiffness of his prick. Soon every inch of the massive cock was embedded in her belly. The perky blonde eagerly started fucking herself on it, humping and wriggling her round little ass, whipping her slick, slippery pussy up and down on his dick.

But a part of her mind was working on other things at the same time.

She really didn't know if Mitch could handle such a big project.

Shit, Mitch thought, work sure was a bummer.

It was nearly eleven at night, and the hapless Mitch Johnson was struggling with yet another crucial phase of the project that had been assigned to him, which was due for final presentation at nine the next morning. Mitch had long ago given up any hope of getting any sleep that night. His only concern now was not fucking up the project royally.

All his work, what there was of it, was scattered across his desk. Because the project would require a presentation of financial statistics from the earliest days of the corporation, Mitch had had to raid archives for bound spreadsheets and ancient accounting analysis that, he knew, were irreplaceable. The information was as classified as anything at Crenshaw Manufacturing could get, so he couldn't use a computer, for fear the data could be tapped by another employee. It all had to be done by hand, and he had to dump all his notes into the paper shredder as soon as he finished them.

Mitch looked woefully at the alligator-jawed shredder stationed prominently beside his desk. Fucking thing was as big as a trash can. Jeez. Mitch sighed and tried to return his attention to the work at hand.

But it was difficult. Actual, thinking-type work had never been his strong suit. Like so many who successfully ascended the corporate ladder, Mitch was best at getting along with people, doing what he was told, and presenting the general appearance of a clean-cut young executive, without actually being a good one. Sometimes he thought of actual work – work like this as an interlude from the real business of the corporation, which was winning influence.

Shit, he sure was horny, too! Mitch rubbed his crotch, sighing as he felt how stiffly his cock throbbed behind his zipper. Diane had given him an incredible cocksucking that afternoon, but he still frequently missed Becky's spectacular body.

Shit, what he wouldn't have given to pour the pork into that big-titted teen again right now!

And then, right on cue, Mitch recognized the lilting voice from the open office door.

"Mitch. Honey?"

Mitch raised his head, blinking several times, wondering if he were seeing things. He wasn't. It was Becky.

"Mitch, can I talk to you?" Becky said sweetly. "Please?"

Mitch smiled nervously. It was the first time they'd spoken since she'd caught him with Diane. Was this some kind of trick? What'd she want at this time of the night, anyhow?

Then Becky stepped into the light, and Mitch's dick throbbed violently as he saw what she was wearing.