Ken Preston - Hot secretary

I pulled into one of the last slots left in the parking lot behind the secretarial school. I was late again, but this time it didn't matter. There was a crowd of students standing around the back door, waiting for the janitor to open the building. Might as well stay here in my car, I thought.

I opened my textbook on typing business letters, but I couldn't concentrate at all. I felt horny this morning. My pussy itched. My hand kept straying up under my short skirt and slipping under the edge of my damp panties. I held the book over my lap and gave in to my urge to finger my erect clit. It would be terribly embarrassing if anyone walked by the car and looked in. They could see my hand holding my panty crotch aside and my fingertip sliding up and down on my slick pussy slit, but I couldn't make myself stop.

My eyes closed. I slid down low in the seat and opened my legs wider. My cunt was so wet that the juice ran down my crack. I slid my finger way up inside me and felt my hot cunt clamp down on it. The book slid to the floor when my sudden climax made my knees slap together. I bit my lip and rocked back and forth. My orgasm made me shudder deliciously.

"That was wild!" I heard a deep male voice saying. "It turns me on to see, a girl finger her cunt that way."

"Where-where did you come from?" I gasped in surprise.

"Pulled in behind you. You were having such a good time you never heard my car." The handsome middle-aged man pulled my door open and calmly crawled in beside me. He shut the door and turned to face me, dropping his hand down over a huge erection in his slacks. It was Mr. Carter, the school administrator.

"Don't stop on my account," he grinned. "God knows when, that stupid janitor will get around to opening the building." He pulled his zipper down and reached over to stroke the back of my neck. "Why don't you dip in there and take my cock out? And don't tell me you are the shy type. I've been watching you bounce your boobies around the halls. And checking out the teachers' crotches."

"I-I don't know what you mean," I said indignantly, tugging my skirt down.

"You are a horny chick. You've been around." He took my hand and slid it inside his fly. In spite of myself, my fingers closed around his stiff cock.

"Take it out, baby. Jack me off." His voice was husky. "If you want to suck on it, I'll keep an eye out. No one will see if you lay down on the seat. Do it!"

His cock felt warm and strong in my hand. I could not help myself. I tugged his prick out and stared at his thick dick growing rigid in my fist. It was as thick as my wrist, and the huge silky knob on the end was trickling juice out of the little slit that opened and closed as my hand slid up and down.

"This is too risky," I protested, "out in the open like this. Someone will see us." But I didn't take my hand away.

"I'm too damn hot to care. Suck that thing," he commanded me harshly. He pulled me to him and forced my head down over his stiff cock. I put my lips over the big head. My senses reeled with the sweet male odor of his pulsing dick.

"Oh God!" I groaned. "You have the most beautiful cock I've ever seen."

He was discovering how hot I get when I have a man's stiff dork in my hands. Ever since my first date – when I was too scared about being hurt to let my boyfriend put his cock in me and sucked him off instead – I've been mad about licking stiff, hot peckers. I opened my mouth wide and sucked the bulbous head into my mouth. My tongue swirled around and around on his pink cockmeat.

I let his cockhead slide across my tongue and deep into my throat. His fingers laced through my hair and pressed my head down harder. He fucked me in my mouth, moving his hips slowly and sensuously, enjoying the feeling of my teeth scraping and biting the crown of his pulsating, throbbing cock.

My hands dug into his crotch, tugging at his full balls. He unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants down his legs, too hot to care if anyone walked by the car and looked in at us. I struggled to sit up a little so I could slide my hand up and down his slippery shaft. The head of his cock had turned fiery red from the blood pumping furiously through his distended veins. He groaned. His hand closed around mine, stroking up and down, trying to spread his thick precum over every inch of his twitching dick.

"Faster!" he choked. "Beat that thing faster and harder. I'm going to come all over this Goddamn car. Use two hands! Yeah, yeah, that's the way. Jesus, you can really stroke a man!"

My fist whipped up and down on him. His dick turned redder, and glistened with my saliva. I grabbed his hand and shoved it inside my panties. "Fingerfuck me," I panted. "I want to come at the same time you do."

He jerked my head down on his lap again and rammed his cock in my gasping mouth. I felt his cum surge up the long shaft of his dick and splash hotly against the back of my throat. I swallowed convulsively, sucking madly and taking every drop, milking his throbbing rod until he grabbed my head and made me hold still. His whole body trembled. His finger raked against my cunt walls. My legs closed tightly. I came hard, biting and sucking on his rigid cock and running my thumb up the underside of his prick, draining him completely.

He made me sit up, then pushed my hands away. "Christ!" he grumbled. "You made me come as fast as a school kid. Now I'm really hot to fuck."

He looked at my tits in my thin sweater. My nipples stuck out, crinkled up hard and perky. My face was flushed and sweaty.

"I want to see you in my office, on the noon break," he told me, rubbing his warm hand over my bare knee. "You do fuck?" He smiled. "It won't do you any harm to have a friend like me help find you a job after you graduate. Be nice, and I'll be nice."

"You have a casting couch?" I smiled back at him.

"One that will do," he grinned, tucking his cock gingerly back into his pants. "Twelve noon. OK?"

I didn't learn a darned thing in my classes that morning. All I could think about was his long cock pushing my hot hole. I had never been screwed by a man his age, and never by such a thick, sturdy cock like he had. If he came fast, I intended to hold him in me and let it soak until he got hard again, then fuck me until I didn't have another come left in me.

His receptionist looked at me suspiciously when I showed up in his office at twelve sharp. She had full, pointy tits and a slim waist that flared out into a set of sexy hips that undulated like she had a cock up her snatch. She showed me into his office.

"I'll call you if I need you," he told her. "Shut the door tight behind you."

She sniffed and tossed her head. If looks could kill, I'd have been dead on the spot. I think she figured he was her private cock, and she resented the way he smiled and undressed me with his eyes. She slammed the door after giving me a long, dirty look.

He wasted no time. His warm hands tugged my sweater out of my skirt and cupped my tits. He pushed it up around my neck and bent over, his ribs brushing over my stiff nipples.

"Beautiful tits," he murmured. "So firm and round and white."

I caught my breath and reached for his fly. His hard cock snapped out, standing up stiff and straight. I felt my face grow hot with desire. His fingers tugged at the snap on my skirt. I helped him unfasten it and stepped out of it, my knees suddenly weak and trembly.

"You've got a sweet pair," he told me. "A really sweet pair of tits." I shivered when his hands squeezed me roughly. My nipples felt like they would break off from the tingling sensations as his fingers pinched and pulled on them. My panties showed a dark patch of moisture at the crotch.

"I want to suck that hot cunt I had my fingers in this morning," he said. "Lay down and spread those pretty legs."