John Kellerman: Eager beaver niece

Glade could think of a lot of nasty things to say about Chad's wife Betty but she held her tongue. She knew when to speak and when not to. She dug her nails through Chad's grey-flecked hair then bent to touch her lips to the nape of his neck. He was a good-looking, muscular man. Very well preserved for someone over forty. He was in every bit as good a shape as his younger brother who was a patrolman in town. Gloria could swear to that. One afternoon Chad had proved it to her three times on the thick maroon carpet that covered the office floor.

"I finished that report you wanted."

"You're fantastic. You're a girl Friday, a great secretary and…" He turned and slipped arm around her waist. "A lover."

"Is that better or worse than a wife?"

"Better," he said, nuzzling one of her full, soft tits. She let him find the nipple with his nose. Gloria never wore bras for that very reason. Chad hated bras. His wife wore them.

"I wouldn't mind the other part either," she said, tickling into his ears with her fingernails. "I wouldn't mind being your wife."

Phil dipped his hand down her back, down over the graceful curve of her ass. Gloria knew she had a fine ass. She wore the slinky kind of dresses that so showed it off to best advantage, too. Chad met her eyes.

"How old are you, Gloria?" ho asked.

"Twenty-two." She smiled knowing how good that must sound to him.

"I'm almost old enough to be…"

"…my daddy," she said, licking her lip in a sexy way. "But you're not. And I sure am glad Chad." Her eyes slitted dreamily. "God am I glad." She pulled his face close and they kissed. As she felt her boss' tongue between her teeth she let her fingers stray down his belly, down to his fly. It made a soft sound as she ran it down. Chad groaned against her lips, she found his cock and straightened it. The blood was pumping into it fast. It thickened across the head, she gingerly petted the taut fold of his foreskin.

Though he always tried to remain cool, in control of things. Gloria knew that soon he would be growling and sounding like a hungry wildcat. She'd had experience with most men to know what pleased the male animal. And she'd planned her attack on Chad months ago. It had gone like homework.

Gloria had even gotten into the little game her boss liked to play. He had a fetish about panties. There was a file drawer in his office which wasn't used for files. Chad had the only key. She guessed that at lest a dozen of her panties were in there. Unwashed and stiff with dried cum. Chad had even set aside a weekly bonus for her to go out and buy new outfit. And Chad liked a little bondage too. He liked to tie her wrists and sometimes her ankles. He liked to lick her while she was helplessly bound, lick her until she gasped for mercy. Then he'd fuck her with one savage lunge and after about three in-and-out jabs she'd be coming. Jerking against the leather straps. "Suck my cock," he whispered, kissing her earlobe. She pulled up her skirt for him and knelt there on the rug with her thighs apart as Chad stretched her panty crotch to one side and gently urged the smooth tip into her hole. Her head flopped to one side as the thing slid deeper. With only about four inches of it sticking out of her pussy he reached her womb.

"Ohhh! Stop! Uhhhh… Chad!" She let him kiss her mouth. Then he turned the thing on and a wondrous buzzing tickle seemed to radiate from deep inside her. Gently he stretched her panties down so that the crotchband would hold the vibrator deep inside her cunt.

"You beautiful bitch," he whispered, petting her long brown hair. She wet her lips and grabbed his throbbing cockshaft with both hands.

"Ohhhh let me eat you. Let me eat you before I come with this damned thing inside me!"

She surrounded his foreskin-covered tip and began to suck noisily. As she worked her tongue under the protective flesh she eased it back with her fingers. The super-sensitive glans was exposed to her ravenous tongue little by little. Chad grabbed the anus of the chair hard. Her spit ran down along the underside of his shaft, made dew drops in his cock hair. She only had the head in her mouth though Chad was pushing his hips up from the seat like he wanted to fuck her throat.

"Mmmmmm!" she cooed, rolling her eyes at him. He smiled down with adoration, his fingers trembling as he traced the curve of her cheek all pushed out with cock. She let him slide deeper so that his glans skidded across the roof of her mouth. Then she forced the throbbing knob over to one side so that it made her look like a squirrel with a nut. The satiny lining of her mouth swathed him with spit. She could taste the musky cocktip now as her nostrils flared with excitement.

"Goddamn! Gloria, you're lovely. You're the best thing that ever happened to me."

"Just don't forget it," she thought, flicking her tongue along the underside of his cock. She found the little lobes at the tip and began to work on them with furious sucking movements of tongue and bottom lip.

"Ghhhaaaa!" Her pussy spasmed around the vibrator. She was coming. Coming fast!

"Yeah, Gloria. Yeah."

But she had to ease back, let that bulging cock rest once again on her tongue. It was pulsing like a bomb. The glans was so large by now that the foreskin made a tight collar behind the flared ridge. Gloria let her tongue dance across the angry flesh, knowing that Chad was getting close. His breathing was labored and gaspy. His belly was pulled in under his ribs. Then her muscles jerked around the vibrator as she climaxed.

"Mmmmnnnuh," she moaned, excited to utter madness. Her long fingernails dug into his balls and rolled them over as she suckled with noisy attention, the spit dripping from her chin. Her tongue pulled hard against the sponginess of his cocktip as she felt the beginning spasms of his orgasm. Her own clit was still aching with joy as the juice gushed.

"Gloria. Jeeeeesus!" She pumped her hips, trying to catch a final ecstatic tickle.

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned, trying to tell him to do it. To shoot into her mouth. When he tried to grab her head again, she took his wrists and held them down on the chair arms. It was a little ritual between them and Chad went along with it. She liked to have complete control to tantalize him as she wanted. Her boss never complained afterwards. As the tube at the underside of his cock bulged with the first load of seed, she dug at it with her tonguetip, hurrying the boiling sap upwards. She met the fountain of cream with furious licks. The stuff popped at the corners of her mouth as Bill lunged his hips upwards, trying to ram deeper. But she kept her gentle bobbing motion, kept her curved tongue working at him, pulling the heavy jizz out of his balls in agonizing spurts. Bill almost cried with pleasure as he twisted in the chair. Her brown hair tumbled down over his thighs and belly as the sounds of her hot sucking filled the movements of tongue and bottom lip. She could bring a man off in seconds when she really wanted to.

When Lynn was finished showing the house to the customers, to had the most excruciating desire to be naughty. Though she'd managed to keep bad thoughts out of her mind nil morning, they were creeping back again now that she was alone. She locked the show home and started her uncle's car up with a roar. Her big tits felt heavy, eager to be touched. She undid the first few snaps of her shirt so that the smattering of freckles over the rounded white swells could be seen.

"I guts all redheads have the same problem," she said aloud, gunning the engine. She put the car in gear and moved away from the curb. She was finished early and it was only forty minutes till lunch thus. She didn't feel like going back to the office yet. She wanted to be alone with her thoughts. "Or maybe I shouldn't be. I'll just start thinking about Ricky again."

At the highway she turned left instead of right. As each mile added onto the odometer, she knew where the streamlined little car was taking her. She was driving to Baker's Point.