Scott Sellers - The willing secretary

Becky smiled with relief. Here I am, she thought, standing here dressed in nothing but this towel! Even so, I can't help but feel I can trust this man.

"I think you're right," she said.

"So tell me more about your home life."

Becky smiled, gently licking her upper lip with her red tongue.

"Anyway, my mom got mad at me, but I tried to explain to her. I started put just trying to keep these guys at bay. I liked them, but I didn't like them that much… you know, to give them everything… so I just kissed their… their cocks… you know."

"I understand," Eric said. "It just seemed natural to you."

"That's right. But I feel like you know all about me already."

Becky realized that her nipples were hard and tingling. The reassuring face of her new boss, along with those not-too-distant memories of her small town boyfriends, worked together to intensify that strange yearning she had felt earlier. She found herself gently caressing her tits as she drifted in thought for a moment.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said. Noticing that Eric was staring intently at her while she rubbed her tits, Becky quickly clasped her hands behind her back.

"There's no need to be embarrassed," he said. "There's a lots of things we think are wrong to do that are actually perfectly all right."

Becky was relieved Eric thought this way, because the sensation that began in her cunt was growing stronger and stronger, filling her with ever-increasing waves of pleasure. And she didn't want it to stop!

She slowly moved her hands up to her hips, wanting more than anything to grab her tits and rub her nipples. Eric watched her trembling arms, studying her heaving tits. Dribbles of pre-cum leaked from the rosy tip of his cock. He squeezed the base of his prick, and the flow of pre-cum increased.

"Please," he said, "feel free to do anything you want."

Becky couldn't hold herself back any longer. She didn't know what it was that caused her to reach up and stroke her hot tits. She worked the nipples back and forth with abandon, relishing the feel of the soft terrycloth against her flesh. Maybe it was the memory of sucking all that cock back home. Or maybe it was the pleading edge in Eric's voice.

But whatever it was, it didn't matter. She just had to do something about the flames that were heating up her cunt.

The frenzied motion of her hands grinding her heaving tits caused the towel to come free. She let it fall to the floor. Her pussy-hair was revealed – a beautiful tuft of curly blonde hair. Becky continued kneading her soft tits, spreading her legs a bit as she felt her cunt beginning to get wet.

Pushing back his chair, Eric jumped up onto his desk. He thrust out his huge cock, waving the blood-swollen cockhead in Becky's face.

She stopped stroking her nipples to stare wide eyed at Eric's bloated prick. It seemed even larger than it had when she had sucked it! Her pussy was getting sloppy-wet now as she stared up at Eric's hot cock.

"Are you ready for this, bitch?"

Even though Becky's pussy was burning with unquenched desire, she didn't want to take all of Eric's massive, throbbing cockmeat into her cunt.

"I said, are you ready for my cock?"

"No, please. I never… no… please!" Becky moved her hands down to cover her cunt, and her fingers were soon soaked with hot pussyjuice. Her thumb brushed her quivering clit, sending hot shivers up and down her body.

"You're gonna love your first fuck," Eric said from atop his desk. "But first, I'm gonna suck your pussy until your head spins!"

With that, Eric leaped down and stood before Becky, reaching out to gently touch her rosy-tipped tits. She moaned, feeling his cocktip pulsing against her satin-smooth belly.

He sucked one of her taut nipples into his mouth, running his tongue fiercely around her bumpy areola. His hands cupped her soft titflesh.

"Ohhh, that feels so good. But don't fuck me. Please, don't fuck me!"

"Relax, honey. Give me a taste of that sweet pussy!"

Eric dropped slowly to his knees, dragging his fiery tongue down along her cleavage, across her belly, and into the soft fluffy fringe of her cunthair.

Becky quivered with delight as his tongue seemed to trigger little explosions in her nerves as it slipped toward her juicy cuntlips.

Eric reached in and parted the wet flaps, burying his tongue inside her hot cunt. He licked the wet walls of her pussy-tunnel and swallowed every drop of her cuntjuice.

"Yeah, that's nice. Now, do my clit! Suck my fucking clit!"

Eric flipped his tongue rapidly back and forth, causing waves of ecstasy that threatened to burst her bubbling pussy! Then he opened his mouth wide, thrusting it against her cunt, burying his face between her legs, giving her a wet cuntal soul-kiss.

"Ohhh, so good. Suck me deeper! Oh, make me come! Aiiieeee!"

Her hips spasmed against his head, rocking back and forth faster and faster. He gripped her asscheeks, digging his fingers into her succulent flesh, holding himself fast against the steaming mouth of her cunt.

Eric's cock rubbed against her leg, spreading juicy streams of pre-cum with each throb.

"I'm there! Yeah… oh, you did it! So good! I'm commming!"

Becky blasted wave after wave of hot pussy-cum into his hungry face. Eric lapped up as much as he could, biting her puffy pink pussy-flaps. She grabbed the back of his head and held him fast against her creaming cunt – until her orgasm was finished and she had blasted every ounce of her pussy-juice into his eager mouth!

Eric rose up and gently pushed Becky back down onto the plush rug as she moaned contentedly. Eric knelt before her, staring at the pink, wrinkled lips of her pussy. He gave his cock a preliminary teasing stroke.

"This is it, baby. I'm really gonna plow up that sweet pussy!"

Becky groaned. Her face was sweaty and her hair was stuck to her forehead. She rolled her red tongue across her full lips. She groaned again, still immersed in post-orgasmic bliss.

Eric paused to enjoy her writhing and murmuring. But his enjoyment was cut short by a sharp knock on his office door.

"What's wrong, honey?" Becky cooed. Eric took his hand from his throbbing cock to check his watch. "I forgot. I had an appointment with a client ten minutes ago."

A voice boomed out from the other side of the frosted glass door. "Hey, how about opening up in there? I ain't got all day!"

"Who is that?" Becky asked, dreamily rubbing her fingers across her soaked cuntlips.

"Paul Reed. He's a special client of mine."

Becky sat up, suddenly surprised. "You mean Paul Reed, the football star?"

"That's the one," Eric said, looking around for his clothes.

Becky was somewhat of a sports fan, having sat in front of the TV set oh many a Sunday afternoon back home, entertaining her many suitors. Paul Reed was one of her favorite players. And she knew all about his reputation – both on the field and off. She also knew that if there was ever someone Eric shouldn't keep waiting, it was Paul Reed.

Paul was a star defensive lineman. He could have easily burst into the room, ramming his body through the door. And Becky wouldn't put it past him! After all, Paul was known for doing the unexpected. He still had to answer to the league commissioner for his escapade last year with a squad of a visiting team's cheerleaders.

"Ah, just a minute, Paul," Eric called out. "I'll be right with you."

"Whaddaya doing in there, anyway? Knocking off a piece of ass?" Paul laughed and stamped his foot.

Eric hurriedly struggled to button his shirt and pants. "Come on, baby. Why don't you take a little nap in the other room? You're had a busy day today."

Eric tried to tie his tie and help Becky up at the same time. She kept moaning and tried to cuddle up to him, sucking on a cunt-juice-soaked finger as he struggled to bring her to her feet.