Ken Preston: Hot secretary

Sensing at least a new direction for the conversation, Todd stepped in with some pertinent questions. It came out, very reluctantly, that she had ordered something from his company, and was extremely dissatisfied with its performance.

I sat back quietly and watched Todd operate. He was smoothness personified! In less than two minutes he was sitting on the edge of her desk, holding her beautifully manicured hand. She was smiling and batting her eyes at him like a schoolgirl trying to get a date with the All-Star athlete.

If this uptight, almost lesbian-like woman exec wasn't about to feel a warm male hand on her leg, and simply love the touch, I was a virgin again. I rested my elbow on the chair arm and covered my smile with the back of my hand. He made his move. She didn't take his hand away. She began to melt all over her chair.

"Do you have the, ah – the defective merchandise handy?" he asked her softly.

She blushed the color of the setting sun, swallowed hard and slowly tugged her center drawer open.

"Mmmmm." Todd examined the long rubber cock she had timidly placed in his hand. "The Delightful Dork. $9.95. Supposed to bend anyway you want it, and then hold that curve while you twist this little handle sticking out of the end here. Huh! The damn thing is busted! The wire running into the shaft must have snapped."

My brain came alive for the first time since the headwaiter had grabbed my ass and pulled my mouth away from Todd's "Delightful Dork". I knew we had a hot, frustrated female on our hands, a woman whose image of herself never let her be human to unbend enough to go after the real thing. I bet she loved that cock with a mad passion! Naturally, she was upset when the stupid thing conked out on her.

I was not at all unwilling to encourage Todd to let her sample some of the real thing. One sex party was going on back at P.F.P. and, if I had my way, another was about to begin right here in the manager's private office. Maybe I was in a watch-some-hot-fucking mood. I had to admit she was a beautiful woman. I could more than half-imagine how wild she would get if she got her cunt around Todd's beautiful tool. For some reason, I could not take my eyes off of her rounded tits as they rose and fell ever more rapidly as I watched Todd's fingers stroking her leg.

"I think," I murmured to him, "that perhaps our company should do everything in its power to… satisfy a disappointed customer. That is our policy, Todd."

That was pure bullshit! I had just made up our company policy. But Todd threw a quick, surprised glance my way, then slowly smiled and clasped her knee more firmly.

One French restaurant manager was about to enjoy the fuck of her life!

She sat still, but she gasped as a tremor shook her body when Todd slowly moved her hand to his broken zipper.

"The defective merchandise will be replaced as soon as humanly possible. And, of course, without charge. In the meantime, please let me offer a substitute. It has no wire, nor any handle, but…"

"That's all right, Mr. Martindale," she breathed, her fingers in his fly. "I am sure the substitute you offer… ah… oh…" She lapsed into a quiet murmur as she held his rigid cock rather timidly. I knew a team of strong horses couldn't have pulled her hand away from him.

I moved over to her and found the catch on her frock. "Perhaps if you slip out of your clothes, you will be a bit more comfortable," I told her.

She let me pull the blouse off without a single protest. Her tits strained against the tiny lace bra that hugged her pert mounds. I unsnapped the band. In spite of myself, my hands slid down her hot flesh to cup her breasts and rub my thumbs over her pebble-hard nipples. Her eyes were riveted on Todd's pulsing rod. When I helped her to her feet, she stood swaying, still holding his pleasure giving cock. She didn't say a word when her skirt slid down her smooth legs, followed by the whispy panties that had covered her silky mound.

She was a French woman first and a restaurant manager second. With a low moan, she bent over and slid her ruby lips around his wet cockhead. She spread her legs a little and reached down to put my hand between them to press my fingers into her crack. I fingered her stiff clitty, feeling her hips jerk from the thrill of my touch as I slowly and sensuously explored her grasping snatch. Her hole was so tight I knew she would tear half of Todd's beautiful cock hair out by the roots when she felt her cuntwalls open.

Now she had almost all of his cock deep in her mouth, and was moaning and sucking. Her hips pushed back against the pressure of my finger sliding in and out of her soaking pussy. She was losing all control very rapidly.

I took my hand away in spite of her whimpered protest. My clothes hit the rug. In another minute, I had stripped Todd naked. It was not easy. She would not let him out of her mouth for a single second. Somehow, we moved together over to her broad couch. Her legs opened and closed like a steel vise around Todd's head. They were in a 69 that left me hotly stumbling around the sides of the couch, searching desperately for a way to get into the action. There didn't seem to be a way at all.

"Well, shit!" I muttered to myself. The sounds of my boss sucking her hot cunt brought my fingers between my legs to torment my clit unmercifully. I flopped back into my chair and found I had sat down on her "Delightful Dork".

"Guess there is no better time to get acquainted with our sex toys," I grumbled to myself. I spread my wet cunt lips and inserted the head of the rubber cock just a little way in. It felt weird – not bad, but awfully strange. It opened me up like a real man when it bottomed in me, but I knew the stupid thing would never explode a male charge in me, and there were no strong arms around me nor any hot mouth to kiss me until I came.

I jerked the dork out of my hole and tossed it over on her desk. A rising wail of undiluted female pleasure suddenly filled the whole office. I looked over at the manager and Todd. For having a pussy programmed to respond to a stupid imitation, her cunt was performing beautifully with the real thing! She held her legs up, her knees straight. She grasped her ankles to pull herself wide open so she could stare down, past her pussy mound, at the huge cock plunging into her.

She bucked and shook and twisted on the couch, humping him deeper into her cunt, moaning and crying some unintelligible message in French to the cockhead sliding between her clenched and pulsating cuntlips.

Fascinated, I watched her fuck, and fuck, and fuck! She began to come, but she never slowed the mad, racking pace of her hips swinging back and forth over Todd's cock.

Shuddering, she locked her ankles together over his straining back and began working on another climax. Todd was enjoying himself, but I could see tiny wrinkles of worry furrow his sweating forehead. What had we gotten him into? He seemed determined not to come, but I knew as long as he was hard, she would continue to fuck and come and fuck and come, even if the staff closed up the place and went back to France.

Me and my big mouth! I had unleashed a sex starved female, who was madly screwing like she had thirty years of no cock to make up for. Her gasps of pleasure were so low and throaty and sexy that I could have hung her bra on my own stiff nipples. No way could I stay out of the game any longer – I was too turned on!

"Ah! Oooo! Yes. Oh, yes, cheri!" she whimpered. Her tongue drove deeply into my pussy when I settled down over her upturned face. I made Todd shift up toward me on the couch. My hands held my aching tits firmly to his mouth. He sucked on my nipples until I was ready to scream! My cunt gripped her tongue like a velvet fist. My hips rotated in mad circles over her, raking my clit against her teeth. Like a wall had fallen on me, my orgasm knocked me backwards off the low couch, and I sprawled out, flat on the floor.