Marvin Cox - Swinging secretary

"Get ready, cocksucker!" he spat, slamming his full weight into her face. "I'm… I'm… OH! Fuck! I… I… UNHHH!"

When the first boiling globs of jism smacked into the back of her throat, Sara choked, not expecting so much. This man was a regular cunt machine! she thought. The liquid shot in every direction, some behind her nose where it spurted from her nostrils, others into her cheeks. She gobbled furiously, but it was impossible for any one mouth to take all he had to offer!

"All… of it… bitch!" Brian spluttered, pounding in more of his load. "Goddamn you, suck every fucking drop!"

When Sara had thoroughly licked him dry, she pushed him away and lapped at his crotch, washing the stray juices over her teeth. She collected one large glob and then, holding her head back, let it roll into the back of her throat. She moaned heavily, her voice a thick gurgle of pure pleasure.

"Man, I've never seen anyone who loved to suck cum like you before," Brian said. "You know when Greg said…"

His words were frozen in his throat. He looked at her stupidly, watching her expression of contentment turn to one of pure hatred.

"Greg?" she whispered, getting off the bed. "Greg Martin?"

She began putting her clothes on quickly, afraid to say anything more. If she did, she might regret her actions. At this moment, she felt like committing murder.

"Look," Brian said, his voice shaking, "I don't know what's going on between you two, but…"

"You're right," Sara said, her voice flinty as steel. "You don't know at all. And why? Because it's none of your fucking business!" She stopped suddenly, her expression of anger turning to a quizzical one. "So," she said, "that's the fucking game, is it?"

"What do you mean?" Brian said. He'd really blown this assignment! But he knew it would be useless to lie to Sara.

"So Greg Martin is behind the whole thing," she said, indicating the briefcase which held the corporate papers for Secretaries To Go. "That's why he wanted me in this, and that's why he wanted control, so that mother fucker could control me! Well, you can just tell that rotten sonofabitch no fucking deal!"

"Why don't you tell him yourself?" Brian said. "He's here in the hotel. Room 309. As a matter of fact, I was supposed to bring you up there later."

"You were, were you?" Sara shouted. "Well, I wouldn't go to his room… no, I think I will! I'll roll these papers in a little ball and shove them up his Goddamn ass!"

She grabbed the briefcase, and after giving Brian a scathing look, flounced out of the room, her heart pounding in her throat.

"You just wait, Mr. Martin," she said to herself as she got on the elevator. "I'm going to…"

Her words were cut off as the door closed and the car moved up one flight.

"Hello," Greg said when he saw Sara. "Please come in."

"Look here, Mr. Martin, what I want to say to you won't take…"

"A glass of wine?" he asked, cutting in. He turned and took a bottle of wine out of a silver cooler. "This is a very good year," he intoned. "The bouquet…"

With trembling hands, Sara threw her briefcase onto a chair and began fumbling with the catch.

She yanked the papers out, half-spilling them, and thrust them in his face, stopping further comment on the wine.

"You think I'm an idiot?" she shouted, her green eyes flashing with rage.

"As a matter of fact, I don't," Greg said with maddening cool. "That's why I wanted your services. I happen to think you're the best. I think perhaps the two of us could have one hell of a partnership."

"I'd rather go into league with the Devil himself, than…"

"After all, we both love each other," he continued.

"Love!" Sara said, her mouth dropping open. "Love? Now I know you're crazy!" She placed her hands on her hips and glared at him. "The only reason you want me in this business is so you can lord it over me to."

"Then why would I give you equal control?" he asked, taking a paper from his jacket. "Here are the rest of the stock proxies. We, when you sign this, will each have fifty percent of the voting stock."

Sara was stunned. The man had to be a lunatic. She looked at the paper, still unable to believe what he was saying. Was this another of his tricks? No, the contract looked legitimate.

She looked up at his grinning face and felt her knees go weak. Furious now with herself instead of him, she couldn't understand the control he had over her emotions. One moment she was ready to choke him, and now – God, he is even sexier than I remembered!

"I've missed you," he said softly, placing his hands on her shoulders. "I've been thinking about you all the time. There hasn't been a day gone by that you didn't…" His voice trailed off as he kissed her.

"Oh, Greg…" Sara murmured, her voice shaking with pleasure. "Why do we do this to each other? You're all I think about. You're…"

"Hush, my sweet," he said, lowering his hands to her swollen tits. He kneaded the taut mounds with his thumbs and forefingers, feeling her delicate nipples throb to his touch. "Just kiss me. Just… love me," he whispered into her mouth.

"Yes!" Sara heard herself say.

Nothing seemed real any more. The only thing that mattered was him – his handsome face, those marvelous shoulders, the way his thick slab of cock was pressed into her belly.

"Oh God, yes!" she said again, lowering her hands to his crotch.

He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed. After tenderly placing her down, he slowly undressed her, then himself. When they were fully naked, he slipped down on top of her, nudging her thighs apart with his knees.

"My God, this is even better than I remembered," he whispered, digging the end of his cock into her steaming cunt. It was immediately engulfed by a hugging, sucking warmth. He flinched with pleasure as he pressed further inside. "Oh baby!" he moaned.

Sara's body was reacting violently as she lay beneath him. It was as if this were the first time she'd ever been fucked. Every cell, every nerve was keyed to this man. And when he maintained full penetration, she felt an explosive orgasm tear into her guts like a pounding fist.

"Yessss!" she screamed, answering all the questions either would ever ask.

Greg stopped all movement for a moment when he heard her cry out, thinking he'd hurt her. He had slammed his prick inside with hardly any thought.

Fool! he thought. I'm going to fuck up all my chances by being top eager!

"I'm sorry," he said. "Did I hurt you?"

It was several seconds before Sara could answer. Again, she realized, that even in ultimate pleasure, they seemed to be at cross purposes. Would they ever see things together? At this moment, however, she didn't care. Just so long as she could have joy such as this.

"No," she answered. "I… I climaxed." She felt almost embarrassed, letting him know in no uncertain terms how he affected her. Five minutes with him and she was already defeated. This time, she didn't care. "You gave it to me," she added, looking at him with naked affection.

"Really?" Greg asked, unable to hide his pleasure. He was grinning almost idiotically, his heart pounding with pride. "I… I…"

"Yes, you, you big lug," she said, brushing her lips against his. "Now, get moving! We've got a lot of fucking to catch up on!"

Sara remembered the first time they had fucked.

How Greg had wanted her like an alley cat, without emotion, without feeling. Their lovemaking, this time, had the same intensity, but now was mixed with care. The combination was electric.

"Oh, Sara," he groaned, trailing his lips over her shoulders, into the hollow of her throat, between her breasts. "I've… I've never been happier!"

He locked his lips around one of her throbbing nipples and pulled it across the roof of his mouth. As he thrust his cock deep into her pussy, he sank his teeth around the silky texture of her tits. He felt Sara flinch, then heard her scream out once more.