Scott Sellers - The willing secretary

"Aiiiieee! I'm commiiinnng! Ohhhh, it feels so fucking good! I can't believe it! Yaaaggghhh!"

As her thrilling orgasm reached its peak, Eric groaned and shot the first blast of his sizzling cum deep into her clutching, clasping cunt. Then his prick erupted and fired bursts of blazing jism into her pussy until his sticky white-hot cum spilled out past her pummeled pussylips and drenched the bedspread.

Becky rode out the blissful waves of her climax, gently swirling her hips back and forth under the comforting weight of Eric's sagging body. He had unloaded every last drop of his searing cum into Becky's needy cunt. She loved the squishy feel of their mingled fuck-juices sluicing between their clinging bodies.

Now their intense fucking-motions subsided until Becky rocked tenderly, moving her hips slowly and easily, trying to get a little cool air to blow across her overheated cunt. As she lay there enjoying every blissful second, she felt, like Eric had fucked her so well she would never have fuck again! He had really thrown a superior fuck into her, she thought happily before dozing off.

When Becky finally woke up, she checked the electric clock next to Eric's bed. It was still early in the evening. She stretched and breathed deeply, causing the dried-up cum and pussy-juice plastered across her belly to crack and flake. She brushed the dandruff-like particles off onto the rumpled bedclothes.

Getting up to turn on the overhead light, Becky made sure she was alone in the room. So many strange things had been happening lately, she wanted to make sure she had a little privacy for a change. A musky sex-smell hung in the air, causing warm rushes of desire to course through Becky's cunt. She reached down and ran her hand through her tender pussylips.

Oh, if only I could satisfy my Goddamn cunt! she said to herself.

Becky took a long hot shower, soaping herself liberally, enjoying the flowing stream of lather that flooded down across her big delicious tits. She toweled herself dry quickly and scrambled into her clothes.

She walked through Eric's dark office and then stepped into the brightly lit reception room. Sitting on the small couch, reading a magazine, was none other than Paul Reed.

"Did you enjoy your rest?" he asked. He smiled broadly and his eyes twinkled.

"Yeah, I feel great," Becky answered.

She felt her pussy growing warm. Cunt-sauce began to trickle out past her puffy pussylips. She thought Paul looked like just the man to satisfy her ever-horny cunt.

Paul spread his muscular thighs wide apart when he saw that Becky was going to leap into his lap. Tie caught her easily and held her tight in his brawny arms. Becky ran her long fingers across his tight, rippling chest muscles, rubbing the heel of her hand hard against the thin fabric of his shirt.

"Well, young lady, I'd have to say you were glad to see me," the big man said. He sighed deeply, blowing his breath out hotly across Becky's jutting tits.

"That's right, you big stud. I always get like this when I see a man who packs a meaty cock like yours. I can remember sucking it like it was an hour ago!"

Becky leaned back and grabbed, the hem of her short skirt with both hands, pulling her skirt back up to her slim waist. She had purposely neglected to wear her panties. Her slick creaming cuntlips were revealed in all their juicy glory.

Paul stared down at Becky's cunt with obvious delight. "Yes sir, that is one hot little box you got there, kitten."

"Well, what are you waiting for? A referee's whistle? Why don't you get down there and lap it up?"

Becky eased her hands down into her cunt. Tenderly grasping her outer cuntlips between her red-enameled fingernails, she pried her pussy-flaps apart to reveal her quivering cunt-hole.

"Come on, it's all yours. You're not funny, are you?"

Paul laughed from deep in his chest. "Are you kidding? I've had this cock stuffed into more dripping pussies than you could count. And you know I'd be the first one to dive into your wet cunt – if we had the time."

Becky worked two of her fingers into her drooling pussy to try and soothe her frustration. "What the… oooohh… what the fuck… ahhhh… are you talking about, anyway?"

"I need you to do a little favor for me, honey."

"What more could… ahhhh… do for you the… ooohhh… let you fuck my pussy, Goddamn it!"

"Just come with me and I'll try and explain on the way."

Paul eased Becky up off the couch. She was hopping mad. Standing before the big football player with her arms crossed, she tapped her foot impatiently. Her skin was still rolled back up around her waist, and her cunt quivered and leaked more juice from the vibrations of her shaking legs.

Paul grabbed a few sheets of Kleenex from the side table and wiped the puddle of cunt-sauce from his knee. Then he stood up and grabbed Becky around the waist, ushering her out the door. When they were in the elevator, Paul pushed the button for the underground parking garage.

When they were finally in his new sports car, speeding down the freeway, Paul began telling Becky his story.

"I suppose you heard about the trouble I had with those cheerleaders," he said, checking his speedometer.

"I heard something about it," Becky answered coldly.

Despite her outward bitchiness, her cunt was still on fire. It looked like Paul didn't want to fuck her. And how could she ever follow through on her plan to feed her hungry pussy any delicious cock available if she was stuck in the tiny front seat of a fast-moving car?

"Didn't they file a paternity suit or something?" she asked.

"A half-dozen fucking paternity suits, to be exact. But that's another story altogether. The big problem is this. The league commissioner wants to suspend me until everything with these cheerleaders is cleared up." Becky stared at her dark reflection in the window glass, noticing all the other ears they were passing as they hurtled along in the fast lane.

"So how does that include me?" she sneered.

"I need you to fuck and suck the old guy so he'll let me play. If I can start the game on opening day it will mean a lot to the whole team. I don't know how we could pay you back, but we'll sure as hell try."

Becky was so horny she didn't really care that Paul had all but kidnapped her. At the sound of the words "fuck and suck" her pussy began drooling again. She didn't care who Paul set her up with, as long as the guy had a cock and as long as he knew what to do with it. She would take care of the rest.

Reaching down to stroke her bulging pussy mound, Becky turned to Paul and smiled. "Sure, I'll do whatever you want. Just get me there in a hurry, that's all I ask. I'm so horny right now I could fuck the whole NFL – if they weren't all a bunch of pansies!" Becky's smile turned to a leer and she glared at him icily.

"Just do me this favor, bitch."

Paul stepped down hard on the accelerator. Before long, he had pulled off the freeway and was driving down the tree-lined entrance road to Commissioner Hogan's estate on the outskirts of town.

"Quaint little place," Becky said sarcastically as Paul parked in front of the three-story mansion.

"You'll learn to love it here, slut."

Paul leaped out of his car and stepped around to pull Becky out of the front seat. He dragged her to the front door and knocked loudly on the thick oak. The door finally opened and a short, expensively dressed man appeared, breathing huskily.

"Ah, yes," he said, his eyes bulging as he gazed at Becky's succulent body. "Please come in. I've been expecting you."

The little man led Becky and Paul to an impeccably furnished sitting room at the end of a long hallway.

"Won't you have a seat?" he said, motioning with his tiny arm.

Becky looked around the room at the expensive paintings and fixtures and eased her seductively wide ass into the plush velvet cushions of an antique couch. She looked up at the little man and said crisply. "You can tell Commissioner what's-his-name that we're here now."