David Ingram - Hot pants bride

"Christ, what a set of knockers," Doc said.

"They're yours, honey," Evelyn said. "God, they get so hard and excited when you play with them like that."

Beth looked down at her own. The nipples were suddenly hard and stood out like buttons. She was mad, yet she was excited, and leaned forward so she could hear better.

"Damn, you're really wet, baby. Can you feel my finger in there?"

"God yessss! Finger fuck me, darling."

"I'd rather fuck you with my cock."

"Well, do it!"

"Haven't got time, baby. Got an appointment with John Carson the banker in thirty minutes. Maybe afterwards, but gotta get moving now. Get your stuff together."

"I can't go with you. I told you Fred was picking me up at three. Remember?"

"Shit, I forgot. I gotta have a secretary with me. Carson expects it. Guess we'll have to lock up so Beth can go."

Like shit I'll go, Beth thought.

"She's not really ready yet. She still…"

Beth slammed off the intercom. "Not ready," she said. "Fuck, I'm ten times the secretary that slut is."

Doc opened the door and came out. Beth could see Evelyn, her blouse unbuttoned all the way, her brassiere pushed up over her huge tits.

"Hey, Beth, I have a very important conference with John Carson and I gotta have a girl… a secretary with me. He expects it. Very business like, you know."

"Do you think I'm ready?" she said huffily.

Doc looked at her. Now why would she ask that? It was almost as if she'd been listening, or maybe she knew why he was taking her. "Hell yes, you're a better secretary than Evelyn," he said. "Uh, better take a note pad. Evelyn can lock up when she leaves."

Beth definitely was not going with the two-timing prick, yet here she was in his car, pad in hand. The little car was low-slung, bucket seated and she had to sit careful to keep her skirt down.

Couldn't have her bare pussy showing.

On the way over, he told her about the shopping center complex he was putting together, emphasizing the importance of an ace in the hole in case Zarie backed out. Carson was well healed and ready to invest if he was treated right.

Doc pulled into the underground lot and parked. He leaned over and kissed her. She was stiff at first, but quickly softened against his lips. She took his tongue greedily. His hand fell on her knee, slowly gliding up her thigh.

"Jesus, Beth, no pants," he said.

"Don't touch me there, Doc. Don't get me started or you won't be able to get me stopped."

"Afterwards," he said.

"I don't like playing second fiddle, especially to Evelyn."

"What gave you a dumb idea like that?"

"Weren't you going to take her first?"

"Fuck no. Why would I do that?"

"Well…" Beth was seething inside, but she didn't want to say more or he would suspect she was listening. "Okay, but only because we both know I'm twice the secretary Evelyn is."

"Secretary? Oh, yeh." He opened the car door. "Let's go."

On the elevator, Doc had misgivings. Maybe he shouldn't have brought her along. She could screw everything up. She actually thought he brought her to be a secretary. He couldn't believe a girl could reach twenty years old, get married, cheat on her husband, and still be so naive. It just didn't seem possible.

They rode the elevator to the penthouse. Carson answered the door. Doc grinned, pleased at the obvious approval in Carson's eyes. Beth was surprised, too. She had expected a much older man.

Carson was a good looking man, graying gracefully at the temples. He looked younger than his forty-three years, especially when he removed the Ben Franklin glasses he was wearing.

"I don't need these to see how beautiful you are," he said to Beth. She blushed. "Can I get you a drink?"

"Yes, I need one," she said without looking at Doc. "Whiskey on the rocks will be fine." She was still angry with Doc.

She finished her drink quickly and accepted another. We won't get much work done at this rate, she thought.

She walked around the large sunken room. It was positively plush. "Your apartment is magnificent," she said.

"I like it," he said. He took her arm in his. "I'll show you around. The bedrooms are particularly nice."

Beth stopped in front of the huge stone fireplace. He's a dirty old man, she thought, and took a picture of an attractive woman and two teenage boys from the mantel.

"She's beautiful, and the boys are handsome. Your wife and children?" Beth said.

Doc, who was sitting on the couch, winced.

"Yes, I'm very fond of them," Carson said, taking the picture and placing it back on the mantel. "They're in Mexico. Vacation. Let me get you another drink and then I'll show you the terrace. Magnificent view of the city."

"I think you're trying to get me drunk, John," she slurred. "I can already feel it. We won't get any work done this way. Doc will be angry."

"Let me handle Doc, darling." He squeezed her around the waist and went to the bar.

Beth felt a tingle. He was quite handsome, and so smooth. As naive as she was, she was beginning to get the picture. They hadn't come up here to work. Doc brought her up here for John Carson.

She wondered when he would find some excuse to leave. She found herself wishing he would do it soon.

Carson returned and took her hand. She took long pull on her drink and followed him to the terrace. She was really feeling it now, and enjoying it. It made her more relaxed, more eager to do what she wanted and not what she should. They went to the ledge and looked out over the city.

She let Carson put his arm around her waist and pull her close, but she came stiffly.

"I can't quite figure you out, Beth. You're here but you don't seem too willing," Carson said.

"You wouldn't be interested if I was too easy."

"I prefer loose women," he said.

Beth killed her drink. "Is your wife loose?"

Carson stiffened, scowled. "No," he said.

"Did I make you angry? Kiss me."

She turned to face him, took his head in her hands, and pressed her lips hard against his mouth. Her tongue swabbed into his mouth, wiped wetly around inside, and push-pulled rapidly like a cock in a cunt. She would show Doc Burns.

Doc Burns sat on the couch inside, grinning broadly.

"I'm loose, John. You can prefer me," she said.

"You're a bitch, Beth, a whore and a slut," he said.

"Yes," she hissed, and let him kiss her again. She tongue fucked him again, too.

John Carson reached under the back of her skirt and gripped both bare globes of her ass. He pulled her hard against his crotch. She could feel his cock against her mound. It felt fairly big and was at least half way hard.

"You're not completely hard," she said.

"I would be if I'd known you were naked under this skirt."

She pushed her sweater up over her lush tits. "I'm naked under my sweater, too," she said.

"Goddamn," Carson moaned. "Let's go in the bedroom."

"Feel me first, kiss my nipples."

Carson bent forward and kissed one of her nipples. It was hard and standing erect. While he sucked, he slid his hand around to her hairy mound, then pushed in between her legs. She was wet and his fingers slid easily through the long slit of her cunt lips.

"Oh, Christ," he mumbled.

"Let's go in the bedroom now."

He straightened up and they walked back into the apartment. She blushed when they went past Doc on the couch. He smiled and put his glass to his lips.

They stopped in front of the bedroom door and kissed again.

"Are you hard now?" Beth said.

"Hard as a rock," Carson answered.

"Let's see."

She fumbled at his zipper, got it down, and let her hand slip inside. Oh God, he was hard, all right, and it was a nice one. Not as big as Doc's, but bigger than Andy's. She let her hand caress its length, then gripped the knob and realized how fat it was. No, his cock wasn't as big as Doc's, but the fat knob at the end, the glans, the prober that split a girl open and made her feel so good, was bigger.