Scott Sellers - The willing secretary

"That's the idea, YOU fucking whore! And now I've got a real surprise for you."

Her body fairly hummed all over with sweet pain. She wriggled her drenched cunt against the sopping fabric of the couch, feeling the first delicious stirrings of a climax bristling throughout her battered loins.

The little man struggled above her, trying to tear off his clothes. His costly suit lay scattered all over the room by the time he finally stripped, sweat glistening all over his trembling body. His oversized cock was wagging and pulsating, pumped up to the bursting point with excited surging blood. She looked back over her stinging shoulder to gaze longingly at his red-hot prick. Pre-cum oozed in a steady stream from the end of his cocktip, flowing in a syrupy string until it coiled onto her bruised asscheeks.

"Now, spread your ass for me, bitch. You're really gonna get it! Yeahhhh!"

Becky reached behind to grab her asscheeks and spread them apart.

"Oh, please! Don't hurt me!" she wailed.

But she knew she didn't mean what she was saying. She wanted him to ravage her ass any way he knew how. She only pretended to be in pain because she knew he enjoyed seeing her writhing in agony. Becky wondered what the man would think if he knew she was enjoying the torture and torment more than he was!

She pulled her asscheeks apart as far as she could – until she thought her ass would rip apart. And the intense pain felt so good! Jolts and shocks of anguish flashed through her ass and filled her pussy with burning pleasure. Her clit throbbed hotly and she mashed it against the couch cushion, grinding her wide hips down as hard as she could. The overabundance of pre-cum and cuntjuice streamed over her ravished body, making each and every welt and sore on her thighs and ass sting with precious pain.

The frenzied commissioner teased the rubbery pucker of her asshole with the end of his whip handle. He worked the first half-inch of the leather grip into her clenching ass and moaned. Becky thrashed about as if she were mortally hurt. But she really wanted him to ram the whip handle in deeper!

"There, you filthy bitch! Now I'm going to rip up your fucking asshole. Yeahhhhh!"

With one furious lunge, the little man forced the riding crop as deep into Becky's ass-channel as he could. She felt as if she had just been plugged with a burning sword. Sharp hot pain slashed through the entire length of her ass-tunnel, causing her to scream like a woman possessed.

As he worked the thin leather whip in and out of her asshole with maniacal intensity, Becky gave in to the all-encompassing blasts in her pussy. She was building up to a climax that threatened to split her in half. This was the moment she had been waiting for for so long. And to think this crazy little man had brought her to this ecstatic point. All the frustration and unfulfilled desire of the past few days seemed to be dissolving, burned away by the furious action of the riding crop slicing into her asshole!

She couldn't think any more – she didn't want to think any more! – and she gave in completely to the thrilling sensations pounding through her cunt. She hunched back and forth out of control, trying to match the equally frantic thrusts of the whip handle deep in her asshole.

Then the commissioner plunged the riding crop into her ass as deep as he could. He screwed it around, back and forth, his sweaty fist grinding into the soft flesh of her juice-drenched ass-crack. Then he withdrew the whip with one frantic yank and tossed the leather stick into the corner.

Becky's ass-tunnel buzzed with concentrated pain.

"Ohhhh, fuck me!" she cried out. "Fuck me with your big cock and put that fire out in my asshole!"

The little man hunched over her, clutching his fiery-red cock in one hand. With one massive thrust, he rammed his prick all the way into her abused ass-channel and then began fucking her with all his strength.

"Yeah, so tight, you little slut. Fuck it, bitch! Fuck my cock!"

Her cunt had gushed out so much pussy-sauce that it dripped heavily down the sides of the couch, puddling onto the rig. Her clit was pulsating with throbbing excitement, and she crushed it against the couch furiously, caught in the first throes of an all-embracing orgasm. Oh, she knew it was going to be so good! And all she had to do was ride it out, cast herself into the flames of her sweltering, feverish cunt!

The commissioner ruthlessly fucked into her seething asshole, his sagging ball-sac slapping against her sopping cunt with each furious thrust. He had to grip Becky's bunching hips for dear life as she began to come. She writhed and bucked up and down, and it was all the little man do to hang on.

"Ohhh, yeahhh! This is it! Fuck, I'm comming! Aiiieeee!"

Becky thrashed and shuddered one last time, every muscle in her excited body tensing from the potency of her climax. With one final shriek, she collapsed into the pool of fuck-juices.

When she collapsed, the commissioner's raging cock slipped out of her asshole. He cried out in ecstasy as he shot his hot load of cum straight up into the air. His cum-blasts arced and then splashed down across Becky's back, spilling across he shoulderblades. As he sank back on his haunches, racked with bliss, his uncontrolled cock fired the rest of his cum all over. His jism spattered onto Becky's tender ass, onto the back of the couch, into her hair, and across the floor.

When his final cum-spasm passed through his cock, the little commissioner fell back against the far end of the couch, trying to catch his breath. Becky lay before him, moaning, licking stray droplets of hot cum from her mouth and cheeks as she relished the final moments of her massive orgasm.

Finally – if only for the moment – she had been able to subdue those restless demands in her cunt. And it felt great!

Sometime later, Paul returned. He opened the door slowly and entered the room cautiously. Upon seeing Becky and the commissioner passed out on the fuck-juice-soaked couch, he said out loud, "Jesus fucking Christ, it's humid enough in here to grow mushrooms! What the hell did you two do, anyway?"

Becky heard his voice as a distant drone, a mild irritation coming from far, far away. All she wanted to do was wallow mindlessly in the final moments of her ecstasy!

The rest of the week passed uneventfully for Becky. Eric was involved in a number of time consuming cases and she hardly ever saw him. The blissful after-effects of her massive come aver at the commissioner's house didn't last long enough to please her. She had awakened the next day feeling great, but it wasn't long before that uncomfortable itch began nagging and gnawing inside her cunt again.

She came back to work expecting to get a little satisfaction from Eric, but all she had been able to do was suck him off a few times. She had also hoped that Paul might stop by and give her a much-needed fucking. But she found out that he was busy all week getting ready for the big opening-day game that coming Sunday. She tried to call Ed and Cathy a few times to suggest the three of them get together, but the couple had taken a second honeymoon and no one knew when they'd be back.

As Becky straightened out some files and tabulated some overdue bills, she thought again about her decision to get as much cock as she could. Nothing seemed to be working out the way she'd planned. She dropped back into her chair and slumped forward, holding her weary, confused head in her hands. She was all set to just pack up and leave this office – to just forget about this job and living and working in the city – when the mailman arrived.

Going through the sack of mail, she separated the bills and junk mail into different piles. But at the bottom there was a letter addressed to her! Becky couldn't believe it!