Scott Sellers - The willing secretary

Becky often had fantasies about football stars. In fact, back home she used to pretend she was blowing her favorite players when she sucked off her boyfriends.

"Come on. Can't I meet him?" she asked. "Not yet. This is really important. Private stuff."

Eric just about dragged Becky into the adjoining room. He quickly closed the wall panel and rushed across the office, checking his slacks at the last minute for tell-tale cum-stains.

Out of breath, Eric opened the door for the big football player. Becky was pressed against the wall, out of sight, straining to hear everything they said.

"Sorry to bother you, Counselor," Paul said sarcastically.

"Oh, that's okay. I was on the phone. Long distance. I had a little trouble making the connection."

Becky laughed from her hiding spot, her big tits jiggling.

Eric quickly retreated behind his desk. He still had an aching hard-on!

"That's cool," Paul said, sitting down. "So tell me, how are things going with my case?"

"Not too bad. I think we'll be able to get you the contract you want. You made a smart move turning free agent this season."

"That's what I wanted to hear," Paul said, smiling.

Suddenly the big man looked around the room. His nostrils flared as he sniffed, inhaling deeply.

"Have you started using a new room deodorizer? It smells like fuck in here."

"Here, let me open a window," said Eric.

When Becky heard Eric get up, she laughed again. Pussy-juice was still running freely down her legs. Despite the momentary humor she found in the situation, a nagging itch still gnawed at her cunt.

"And you are looking a little bushed," Paul said to Eric. "I could just swear I caught you fucking."

"Yes, well… about your contract."

Eric sat back down and looked furtively through his desk drawers. He pulled out a stack of papers and shuffled through them.

"I could just swear," continued Paul, "except for the fact that I know you so well. I know you ain't had any pussy since pussy had you!"

Paul slapped his huge thighs, thoroughly enjoying his joke. But his laughter was interrupted. He stopped short upon noticing part of an orange terrycloth bath towel sticking out of the woodwork.

Eric realized what Paul had seen and lowered his head into his hands, his elbows planted against his desk blotter.

"Now, let me guess," said Paul. "It's a new work of art. Some of that there modern art, that's what it is. And it's been soaked in the finest French pussy-sauce for that special touch. I bet it's an original, too. It must have cost you plenty."

Paul stood and walked over to the wall. He bent over and reached for the end of the towel. Becky shivered expectantly, knowing that only a thin piece of wood separated her naked body from the sexy football player.

Just then the wall panel opened, smacking Paul in the face. He was about to curse, but restrained himself when he found himself staring at a pair of perfectly manicured female feet.

Paul raised himself slowly, ogling the smooth silky legs that guided his eyes up until he was staring at a fluffy patch of blonde cunt-hair.

"I believe you dropped something, ma'am," Paul said.

Becky laughed seductively. She tried to cover her immense tits with her hands and arms. But it was no use. Her tits were so big, Paul was still treated to a magnificent eyeful!

Becky felt her cunt growing hot and wet, just at the sight of the big man. She licked her lips and smiled at him. But she also noticed Eric behind his desk, shaking his head sadly. She assumed something was wrong. Eric's was a small law firm and landing the Paul Reed account had probably been a real coup. Paul was a big name, known by rabid fans all over the country. And hiring a lawyer who spent more time in cunt than in court, wouldn't rate too high in Paul's book, Becky surmised. Especially since Paul was still trying to pacify the commissioner after that mess with those cheerleaders.

So she figured that Eric thought the ballgame was over.

"Mr. Paul Reed," Eric said resignedly. "I'd like you to meet my new secretary, Rebecca Morris."

"The pleasure's all mine, Miss," said Paul. He smiled and held out his hand.

Becky smiled back and grasped his hand, stroking his big index finger like she was caressing a bone-hard cock.

"I'm pleased to meet you," she said. Reaching down to retrieve the towel, Paul sneaked a quick look at Becky's pussy. Her legs were spread a little wider now, and he could see dried-up juices encrusted on her outer cuntlips. Paul inhaled deeply, savoring the musky smell of her pussy.

Becky was still high from the orgasm Eric had just given her. But even though she had reached one level of satisfaction, she sensed that somehow she was just beginning.

Paul stood in front of her as she wrapped the towel around herself. He stood so close that she could feel his warm breath streaming across the tops of her big tits.

Eric awkwardly broke the silence. "Rebecca was helping me with an important case… a rape case… and I needed to do some special… research."

Becky laughed, then smiled at Paul. He smiled back and led her to the couch against the far wall of the office.

"Is that right?" said Paul, sitting down very close to the secretary. "Well, maybe she can do some research for my case, too!"

Becky laughed again and playfully patted Paul on his solid bicep. She could feel that welcome warmth returning to her cunt, spreading up through her belly.

"I'm not sure you understand," said Eric, suddenly rising. He paced back and forth in front of his window. "You see, your case is an entirely different matter."

Paul laughed boisterously, putting a brawny arm around Becky's lightly freckled shoulders and pulling her close to him. "Save it for the judge."

Becky showed her appreciation of Paul's sense of humor by tapping his thigh. Feeling a sudden jolt of heat pass between them, she left her hand there. As she held his leg tighter, she watched his cock grow beneath the tight-fitting material of his pants.

Even though Paul's cock was only semihard – and still growing – Becky could tell it was much bigger than Eric's prick!

She wanted to reach out and touch it – to stroke it and squeeze it. But something held her back. Even though those waves of warm anticipation were flooding through her again, she held back.

But hadn't that happened before, with Eric? Didn't she try not to give in to her impulses? And didn't she finally do just that – give in? And hadn't it been more than worth it – having Eric suck her slippery clit until she blasted-off in his face?

Paul held her tighter and she grabbed his cock. She could feel Paul's hard cockmeat flinch as she rolled the flat of her hand across his prick. Without a moment's hesitation, she reached for his zipper and yanked it down. She dug, through the silky fabric of his briefs, trying to pull out his throbbing cock.

Paul groaned as Becky tried to force his giant prick through the small opening in his pants. He unsnapped the waistband of his trousers and expertly peeled his pants down to his ankles.

"There we go, honey. Now you got some room to work out!"

Paul's cock flipped up and smacked against his chest as Becky finally freed his prick from the restraining shorts. The cockhead was cherry-red and looked delicious!

Becky desperately wanted to give it a good sucking, but she was afraid Paul's huge cock wouldn't fit all the way into her throat!

Eric continued pacing, still muttering about Paul's case. "You see, in order to secure your contract we don't present any evidence. We don't try and prove you innocent."

Paul rocked his hips, fucking into the grip of Becky's tightly squeezing hand.

"That's all the evidence you're going to need," Paul said, thrusting his bloated cockmeat in the direction of Becky's eager face.