Ken Preston: Hot secretary

Well, I thought to myself, A.B.C. Schools had done their best with me. I was eighteen with no experience, but a girl has to start somewhere. I slipped my shoes off and nestled deeper into the soft chair, then promptly sat upright again! A low, shuddering moan, followed by a muffled, steady thumping noise, made the hair prickle on the back of my neck. Someone had to begetting screwed but good in that inner office!

"Oh, God! It feels so good in me. Push harder! Faster, faster! Mmmmm. Mmmmmm. Mmmmmm!"

The steady whimpering went on and on. The woman's low, throaty voice kept getting louder and louder. It went up the scale in a high-pitched, trilling wail of ecstasy! The thumping noise increased in volume, then stopped abruptly.

"Unnngh! Ah! Aaaarrrgbh! Jesus Keeeerist!" The man's voice was booming, resonant and agonized! As quickly as they had begun, the horny noises from the inner office ceased.

I looked down at my body to find my hands squeezing my hard-nippled breasts. My thighs were crossed, rubbing frantically against my erect clitty. My purse had fallen on the floor and everything in it spilled all over the rug. I was so hot that I had to get myself off before someone came back to the reception room. If I didn't, I'd just stutter and mumble like an idiot during my interview.

I tucked in my tummy and reached inside my skirt band. My shaking fingers slipped under the elastic of my panties and went straight down into my wet pussy hair.

"Oh!" I gasped as my clit positively seemed to jump out to greet my stiff middle finger. My legs opened wide. My hips came up off the chair cushion. My fingertip swirled in frantic circles over the tip of my clit. I came. Fast! Hard! I almost peed my own panties. They were already so wet the crotch felt like a damp sponge pressing against my tingly cunt lips.

I saw the doorknob turn, and I whipped my hand back out of my skin. There wasn't time to pick up all of the junk that had fallen out of my purse. I heard a woman's voice asking, "May I help you? Your lipstick rolled over here, dear, by my desk."

I looked up at her from my hands and knees, and somehow managed a bright smile.

"Uh… I dropped my purse. I'm Judy Brooks. You have an act in the paper for a secretary?"

We stood facing each other across the small desk. She had to be the one who'd gotten banged in that office, even though she seemed like the most unlikely type in the world to be fucking her boss. Her face was flushed. Her eyes were very bright. She patted her grey hair back in place and tried to settle her full tits back into her bra. I glanced down at her skirt. It was full of accordion pleats that were now pressed firmly together by the recent weight of a hot male body. I wondered if the dampness of my panty crotch was soaking through to my own skirt, but I didn't dare look.

"Yes, my dear. My, you are very pretty! I'll tell Mr. Martindale you are here." Her snapping black eyes took every stitch of clothing off my body! An animal-like heat radiated from her lovely body as her soft hand shook my sweaty one. "It'll just be a minute. Please sit down and be comfy."

"Whew!" I muttered to myself, watching her firm asscheeks sway through the office door. "You may be old, but you are one hell of a hot female."

"Come in, please, Judy. This is our president, Mr. Martindale."

The hand that reached across the desk was cool but friendly. The man behind it was about fifty, I guessed. His suit was jet black, his shirt crisp and white. A dark red tie was neatly tucked inside his sharply pressed suit jacket. Very silvery hair on his head was in place. He simply could not have been the one who fucked the receptionist and made the moaning sounds that had turned me on. The office was beautifully arranged and furnished. It also smelled strong with the scent of hot pussy.

I took a good look around the office, particularly at the huge leather couch against the wall. Beside it was an array of strange-looking medical type equipment on sturdy wheels. The odd machines seemed out of place in the plush office. He noticed my slightly puzzled expression but just smiled and made no comment.

I told him about myself and my secretarial training, and also how much I wanted to work ins beautiful office like this one. I tugged my skirt a bit higher than was proper and crossed my legs. His bright eyes made my nipples become stiff as hell, and they burned on my chest. I had to concentrate on what he was saying. There was a sexy air about him that made my pussy itch and get even wetter.

"You'll find we pay very well here," he was saying, "partly because, in addition to your secretarial duties, you will be expected to help us test the new products P.F.P. adds to the line quite often. Are you a virgin?"

He slipped the question in so smoothly that I wondered if I had heard him correctly. I felt my face growing red as fire.

"Well, no, I'm not, Mr. Martindale. But what does that have to do with."

"It will be no problem, Judy," he smiled. "I should tell you that our company is called Products for Pleasure, Inc., and that we handle exotic toys for adults. Also, we have a line of sexy lingerie that we may ask you to model for our buyers. You certainly have the figure for it, my dear. Would you if I ask you to slip out of your blouse and skirt?"

My mouth fell open. I sat there for a moment, trying to comprehend all that was happening to me. His eyes made me so hot that my clothes felt like they were on fire. My clit was stuck out and rubbing itself against my tight panties. I was all shook up, but I wasn't afraid. Suddenly, I found myself wanting to be stark naked! I wanted to feel his soft, warm hands cupping my bare tits. I didn't care, even a little bit, that he was going to see a big wet place on the front of my panties.

My fumbling fingers unbuttoned my blouse. I took it off and laid it on his desk. The snap on my skirt stuck. I was shaking so badly that I ripped it off. The skirt slid down my legs and nestled around my ankles. One stiff nipple slipped out of my bra. My crotch was dark and wet.

"Lovely. Just lovely, my dear."

"What do you think, Mildred?" he asked.

"She is beautiful! You simply must hire her. 38D? I thought so. Lovely blue eyes, soft and full lips, fabulous complexion. I envy you, your wavy blonde hair, my dear. Oh, that flat tummy! And those lovely full, rounded thighs."

I felt her fingers unsnap my bra. She tugged it off and drew in her breath sharply as my tits jiggled free and swayed in front of her eyes. Mr. Martindale had stood up, I noticed. The sharp bulge in his slacks made my fingers twitch. His soft voice was almost hypnotic.

"The job is yours, Judy, as secretary and model, that is. But I believe we should test your reaction to nervous stimulation in regard to the other products we handle."

I could not speak. I stood there like a stick, feeling his warm hand stroking my trembling tits. Mildred's fingers tugged my wet panties down below my pussy fur. Her fingertip darted into the blonde hair that really didn't hide my cunt lips at all. It teased my erect clit and dipped smoothly down to stroke between my hot pussy folds.

"Oh. OH!" I gasped. I felt her finger search and find the tight entrance to my tunnel. My hands defensively grabbed for hers when she pushed a firm finger halfway into my tight hole.

"The way her pussy clamps down on my finger tells me she loves to be fingerfucked. Here!" Mildred pushed my hips toward Alan's cupped hand. "Feel how soft and moist her cunt is."

My knees gave out when I felt the warm pressure of his fingers against my wet cunt. Mildred hugged me around my waist and bent down to nuzzle a stiff nipple into her warm mouth. Her tongue tip swirled around and around. She nipped me gently, then began sticking very firmly on my shaking tit. My legs opened as though they had a mind of their own. I ground my cunt against Alan's fist as his other hand brushed over my ass cheeks. A strong finger found my puckered brown hole and rubbed and rubbed. I felt like I was going to blow up.