Ken Preston - Hot secretary

His wide grin told me he was fibbing like mad. I pushed him gently off of me and scooted down to take his cock in my mouth to lick him. He was up again, ready to fuck, when I remembered to look at the clock on his nightstand.

"Daddy, this is not what you want to hear me say right now, but since you are all well again, I have to get dressed. I'm going to New York with Todd – tonight."

I put my hand over his lips to stop his complaint. I explained very quickly why we were going and how excited I was about the trip. He understood, but he held his hard dick in two hands and looked pleadingly at me.

"Now that I'm well, what will I do with this?" he asked me, grinning.

"Mom will take care of that. Very expertly, I am sure." I smiled at him, kissing him lightly on the lips. "See you later, you wonderful, mad lover."

Todd rolled by exactly at eleven. He tossed my suitcase in the trunk and gunned down the street like a real hot-rodder.

We checked in at the ticket counter and even had time for a cup of delicious hot coffee. It went right through me, to my disgust.

"Be back in a flash. Have to go pee something awful," I told him. "Think horny thoughts while I'm gone."

All the stalls in the ladies' room were occupied. I danced around on one foot and then the other until some old bag shuffled out of the potty on the end of the row. I squatted, and peed and peed. When I was squeezing the last few drops out, the door suddenly flew open and a woman whisked in. She practically skidded to a halt when she saw me sitting there with my legs open and my cunt fully exposed.

"Slide back, honey. Quick. I have to piss so badly I'll spray all over you. Thank fortune you forgot to lock the door!"

I was so startled I let her shove me backwards on the seat. She lifted her skirt and reached between her slim legs to cup her pussy lips while she peed a long stream into the water, right between my open thighs.

"Sorry about this, but when you gotta go, you gotta go. Has anyone ever told you you have a very beautiful pussy?"

I just sat there like a dumbbell, looking at the jet-black bush of silky hair between her white legs. She had no panties, no slip, no girdle, nothing at all under her short skirt. She stood and brushed her fingers over her cunt fur.

Her voice became lower as she shuffled closer to me, holding her cunt lips apart. "Would you like to kiss me down there?" she asked. "Have you ever sucked a nice cunt? Like mine?"

"I don't even know your name," I protested. "And I don't suck pussy, anyway."

"The name's Janet." Her fingertips pinched her erect clit and tugged it out toward me. "Are you sure you don't want to…"

"You damn lez!" I exclaimed angrily. "Get your twat away from my face and let me get out of this fucking stall. Really! I never!"

"Oh, you should. Sometime soon, sweetie. I've been told I taste absolutely delicious. See you around, honey."

I was so shook up that Todd glanced at me sharply, but I refused to say one word about the rude bitch. I had to admit I had never seen such a soft and tender looking cunt, like she had. But, of all the nerve!

They finally called our flight number and we filed on to look for our seat numbers. We were in a three-seat-abreast section. The one nearest the window was already occupied.

I nearly threw a fit! Sitting there, smiling up at me, was Old Silky Cunt from the women's washroom. She would be right next to my hot man all the way to New York. Of all the fucking bad luck!

"Dahling!" she smiled happily at me. "How lucky you are to meet me again."

I felt my face grow flaming hot, I was so upset. I smiled sweetly at her and kept my voice low. "Fuck you, dahling," I said.

"Aren't you going to introduce me to this handsome man you have with you, little girl?" she asked me coyly. "I should know the name of my seat companions on this lovely long flight."

"Drop dead, you bitch," I muttered to her between clenched teeth. "If I see your hand move one inch over that seat edge, I'll break your fucking arm!"

"Judy, Judy," Todd rumbled. "I'm surprised to hear you talk that way. What's this all about?"

"Tell you later," I snapped, plunking down in my seat.

She smiled at Todd and, in spite of my threat, extended a small, cool hand. "It's unusual to see such a mature, handsome man traveling with a child so young," she murmured. If she was more than twenty years old, I was The Happy Hooker. "My name is Janet Swift."

"It certainly is!" I snarled at her, holding Todd's free hand defensively.

"Perhaps we can chat a little later on." Todd smiled at her. He held her hand too damn long, to suit me. "My secretary – this 'child' – seems upset about something just now." He winced when I dug my nails into his palm.

I guess that all of the emotion of the day caught up with me. I fell sound asleep, in spite of being so torn up. I had horny dreams and woke up with a start, trying to figure out where I was. Todd was lying very still beside me, his eyes closed. The smile on his face should have tipped me off, but I was still fuzzy with sleep. I sighed happily and reached out to slide my hand over his crotch, under the blanket.

Another hand was there! Janet's delicate fingers were softly stroking his huge hard on, pulled clear out of his pants. His belt was unbuckled and his slacks were pushed down.

This was the last straw! I grabbed her hand and tried to push it away, but it clung to his rock-hard shaft. She had the gall to begin jacking him up and down, very slowly and sensuously, lifting her head and smiling ever so sweetly at me.

"Did you enjoy your little nappy-poo?" she whispered.

"Knock off with that kid talk, damn you," I hissed at her. "And get your fucking hand off my man."

"It isn't fucking him dahling, just caressing him. Can you take all this gorgeous meat in your little tiny hole, honey?"

I grabbed her wrist and with both hands and tugged. Todd groaned.

"If you pull that thing out by the roots, no one will have anything to play with," he muttered. "Take turns, or something."

"No way, God damn it! Let her go hustle up her own cock. She should be good at that. Just don't charge more than two-bits for your services, dahling," I snarled at her.

"Come to think of it," Todd commented softly, "how come I don't have anything to say about who plays with my dick? Judy, I didn't know you were so damn jealous."

"The poor youngster is so upset, perhaps I'd best be good and take my hand away," Janet said sweetly. "Good night, handsome one."

She took her hand off of his cock and tucked her blanket up around her chin. Todd's right hand was on my bare leg, squeezing it comfortingly. A sudden thought struck me. Where the hell was his other hand? I reached for it, but all I got was his elbow.

That bitch! She was holding his hand over her black cunt under her pulled-up skirt. And she was smiling as sweetly as an innocent angel!

"O.K. Well, O.K., that's all. I can compete with any hot-cunted female on this fucking plane." I hoisted my own skirt up over my stomach and guided his free hand between my legs. "Just feel around in there, buster, like you must be doing in her snatch. Just tell me which clit is the most alive."

"You are making this flight a very memorable one," Todd grinned at me. "What say to a little thumb fucking, Judy?"

"I want both your hands firmly on my asscheeks," I told him, "and your cock in my snatch. Turn on your side. There must be some way to do this. Push! Push harder! Aaaaahhh. Now, this is the only way to fly!"

"Glad you think so, too," Todd whispered in my ear, biting it gently. A minute later, his dick stopped sliding in and out of my clasping cunt. "Judy," he muttered. "I hate to tell you this, but Janet is fingering my delicate asshole. And I hate even more to tell you something else – she has a terrific touch!"