Scott Sellers - The willing secretary

Becky's cunt still felt unfulfilled. It throbbed and itched with a greedy sexual need. But the sound of Caroline's screeching voice diminished Becky's desire for the moment.

Becky sat up, wiping thick pussy-juices from her face. Her hand was dripping with the stuff, and she tried to wipe the musky sauces off onto the rug.

But Caroline beat her to the punch, again. "Don't try it, slut. That's an expensive carpet – not cheap ass-wipe!" With that, Caroline hauled off and slapped Becky across the face, knocking her back down into the pool of fuck-slime.

The sharp sting of Caroline's blow throbbed throughout Becky's head. And her neck still ached from the suck-job she had just given the two women. That curious gnawing sensation still pulsed deep in her cunt. The combination of the two feelings – pleasure and pain – overloaded her nerves, and it was all she could do to stare back up at Caroline numbly.

"Don't wipe it off, bitch. Lick it off!"

The tiny lady lawyer reached down and thrust Becky's limp hand into her exhausted mouth. Becky's tongue was so tired she could barely move it out of the way. The smell of her sweat mingling with the odor of the pussy-sauces was overpowering in itself. But to have to taste that sloppy mixture was almost too much. Becky felt on the verge of gagging. But at the same time, her pussy began leaking more of those hot sauces as she felt herself becoming strangely aroused. She felt torn with emotion. As she tried to tongue her slimy fingers, she wondered if she'd ever receive satisfaction.

"Every drop, cunt-face!"

While Cathy held her securely from behind, Becky was unable to stop the witch-like Caroline from force-feeding her. It was all she could do to swallow the heady mixture. Caroline pinched Becky's nostrils together. With each gasping breath she took, Becky tried to slide her tired aching tongue along her sopping hand.

Cathy eased her grip somewhat, and reached down into the wet maw of Becky's crotch. Sliding two of her fingers up along Becky's puffy pussylips, her digits were soon dripping with fresh cunt-sauce.

"She's still creaming!" cried the woman with delight.

She then rammed her fat fingers up as far as they would go into Becky's cunt.

"Mmmmmmphfff! Aaaaaahhhh!"

Becky began rocking her hips, trying to appease her growing passions on Cathy's cock-like fingers. She hunched down, trying to swallow up Cathy's pudgy hand with her pussy-mouth.

Becky could feel the delicious beginnings of another orgasm. Oh, if only Cathy would keep pumping her hand into her needy cunt! Becky knew this come would be much better than the one she had while Eric fucked her tight virgin pussy. Everything that had happened so far seemed to be building up to this sweet moment!

She twitched and writhed, trying to work her cunt as fast and as hard as she could, pummeling Cathy's meaty fist with her hot, drenched pussy. Becky's passion-swollen pussy-mound beat against Cathy's hand and arm, causing the girl's tits to bounce and jiggle furiously.

Caroline squeezed Becky's face tighter, her eyes glinting cruelly. Seeing that Becky was beginning to enjoy herself – seeing that Becky was straining with all her strength to force her pleasure-racked body to come – Caroline slapped the young secretary again.

"Okay, that's enough… fun… for today, cunt."

Caroline got up and walked to her desk. She took a bulky file folder from the top of a neat stack and gripped it tightly.

Caroline sneered and said, "I suppose since that mosquito-cock Eric Stafford sent you over, you must want this!" The lady lawyer tossed the heavy file at Becky, but it landed in the puddle of pussy slop. Papers flew out all over. "Now get your filthy little clothes on and get out of here!"

Cathy was now rudely pinching both of Becky's hard brown nipples with her big fingers. Becky had to tear herself away. As she quickly dressed, her tits burned and throbbed painfully. She felt frustrated and empty – deserted on the brink of a fantastic come.

Caroline and Cathy had to laugh, putting their arms around each other, gently massaging each other's nipples.

"What a tramp," said Caroline, swirling her tiny hand around the massive tits of her friend.

"She got us off, though. You have to give her at least that much," said Cathy.

Becky looked up and snarled, adjusting her skirt.

"What I'd like to give her is a foot-long dildo up the asshole," said Caroline, gently tweaking one of Cathy's big nipples.

Cathy sighed. "That reminds me," she said. "Getting my pussy sucked is one thing. But right now I'm in the mood for some thick hard cock."

Becky picked up the thick file, cringing and shivering with strange excitement at the sound of the word "cock".

Cathy leaned over and gave her small friend a sisterly peck on the forehead. The lady lawyer affectionately slapped Cathy's fat ass.

"Well, suit yourself," she said. "I've got some work to do."

Becky stooped down to pick up the papers that had fallen from the file. She felt hot and uncomfortable. Her cunt still itched with need, but she felt too embarrassed and humiliated to do anything about it. She was so flustered she couldn't concentrate on putting the file folder in order. It seemed to take forever.

After Cathy quickly cleaned up, she gathered her things together and prepared to leave. "If you need me," she called out, "I'll be at The Meat Market, up at the bar."

"That's if you're not out in the parking lot fucking your sweet fat ass into buttermilk," said Caroline. She blew her chubby friend a goodbye kiss. Then she stared evilly at Becky, who was still struggling with the messy paperwork. "Haven't you left yet, you little shit?"

Becky was sobbing now, wiping her tear streaked cheeks with her forearms. She turned and ran out of the office as fast as she could.

Becky took a long lunch, trying to calm herself down. Her emotions were so twisted up that it took her some time to get herself together.

Even so, as Becky walked back up the hall to Eric's office, she found herself wiping away linger tears. Straightening her blouse, she heard voices behind the door and stopped to listen in.

"I tell you, Ed. That chick can, suck cock like something outta this world." Eric sat back in his chair, secretly massaging his sore prick.

"That's right," Paul echoed. "That little honey completely blew me away!"

The three of them laughed.

Outside, Becky felt relieved. After being brutally assaulted by the lady lawyer and her friend, she was pleased to be returning to people who really appreciated her.

Ed walked up to Eric's desk and leaned against it. He held his highball glass up to the light, admiring the way the light played on the swirling scotch and soda. Sticking a beefy thumb into the watch pocket of his vest he sighed and said, "So when do I get to meet this new employee of yours?"

Hearing this new man's distinguished-sounding voice. Becky felt a pleasant tingle shoot through her itchy pussy-hole. As if on cue, she opened the heavy frosted glass door and walked into the office.

"Oh… I didn't know… you were in conference," she said.

Ed slipped off the desk and faced Becky. "No need to feel embarrassed, my dear. We're all friends here. In fact, I almost feel like I know you already. The gentlemen here were speaking quite highly of your, ah, talents."

Becky blushed and nodded a silent thanks for the compliment. "I've been a secretary for a while, now. I kinda like it."

Ed sipped at his drink, admiring Becky's shapely legs. "Yes, and I'm sure the feeling is mutual."

Becky could see his growing cock beginning to thrust up against the thin material of his trousers. She stepped alongside Eric and placed the file in front of him. She blanched when she noticed the huge wet stain that covered the bottom edge of the file folder. Eric sniffed hesitantly at the unmistakable odor of cunt. Ed and Paul were also drawn by the smell, turning around and staring curiously at Eric.