Karen Ziegler - Her husband_s boss

"That's right, baby, without me you'd be right back in the gutter where I found you," Max chuckled cruelly, delighting in her obsequious show of absolute dependence on him, whatever his whims. That was the way he liked his employees… especially his women… answering gratefully to his every beck and call. "But don't worry. I think you're going to be with me for a long, long time," he added expansively, "because we understand each other, don't we?"

Relief registered clearly in the handsome woman's facial features and then, once again, desire kindled in her eyes. "You bet, sweetheart," she purred throatily and ran her slim fingertips lightly and teasingly down the front of his white shirt until they rested inquisitively on the buckle of his belt. Her long thick eyelashes trembled excitedly as she asked in a soft tremulous voice, "Do you have any… public relations for me to carry out today?"

"No, but I've got some private relations for you," Max barked harshly, suddenly impatient with the wastefulness of mere conversation. He rose hastily from his overstuffed chair and began to pull at the stubborn fastenings at the fly of his trousers. "My big old cock has just been waiting for the feel of your sweet lips around it, baby, and it doesn't want to wait any longer."

His lust-bright eyes fastened greedily on June's naked, tantalizing body as he pulled down the zipper of his trousers and jerked free his suddenly-hardening cock from the confinement of his undershorts. The hot-blooded brunette had been Max's live-in mistress ever since the high-powered executive had become bored with a life of all business and damned little pleasure, and he had discovered her one night where she worked as a cocktail waitress in a flashy nightclub bar. Though he had never claimed to be faithful to the willing, uninhibited brunette, the sexual electricity between them had never faded and now, as his appreciative eyes played lewdly over the exciting curves and valleys of her lush body, he felt ripples of hot desire rushing swiftly through the sensitive nerve-ends of his skin. His long, purple-veined penis jutted out of the opening in his grey flannel trousers and began to rise stiffly up below his slight paunch as he stood at the back of his desk staring down at his mistress' white, cream-like contours, displayed nakedly before him. His gaze rested hotly on the sight of her plush, full breasts, the narrowest of valleys running between the magnificent firmness of the twin globes. His thick heavy cock jerked higher as his eyes dropped lower to take in the milky, voluptuous hips that led down to the delicious sweep of long slender legs. Between the shapely, breath-taking thighs that draped enticingly over the edge of the desk, Max could see clearly through the soft pubic hair covering her ripe loins to the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal slit glistening wetly in the afternoon light filtering through the tinted glass window.

"Now, baby," he suddenly groaned, hoarse with mounting need. "Come over here and give me some of those sweet lips, the way I taught you."

With a soft moan of pleasure, his naked mistress wiggled across the desk, then leaned on one elbow until her beautiful face was poised directly in front of him, within inches of his now hard, pulsing shaft of flesh rising menacingly up from the unzipped front of his trousers. Her long, red-lacquered fingernails scratched lightly over the heavily-veined surface of the rock-hard prick, causing it to jerk convulsively as the hot air of her breath blew softly on it. Max's breath quickened even more as she began to expertly massage the massive cock, lovingly, up and down until one glistening drop of pearly translucent fluid seeped out from the broad, mushroom-shaped head. She then moved her slender fingers down lower to his sperm-bloated balls, cradling their softness in her palm. Max groaned and gritted his teeth at her expertly tender ministrations of his stiff cock and large drooping testicles.

"Do you like it, sweetheart?" she asked coquettishly, fully aware of the heated effect that her naked female body and the teasing touch of her fingertips was having on him. "Does it make you forget all about those nasty business problems that always bother you?"

"You know damn well I like it, bitch," Max growled, irritated by her mention of the business annoyances that he was trying so hard to forget. "Don't tease me, Goddammit. Just suck my cock!"

Suddenly, he moaned and jerked his anxious loins forward involuntarily as the delicious wet warmth of her parted lips closed over the sensitive, blood-swollen glans of his penis. He moaned louder and reached down to tangle his fingers tightly in her dark wavy hair, guiding the rhythm of her now-bobbing head below.

God, how he had needed this!

Max looked down to watch the beautiful woman's penis-filled face, her soft lips stretched wide with the thickness of his aching cock buried at least halfway up in her sucking mouth. June sensed his increasing excitement and began to suck harder, twirling her smooth red tongue titillatingly around the moist stickiness of the bulbous head. As he felt the tips of her teeth digging gently into the rubbery, resisting skin, he turned his head to gaze sideways into the huge mirror that filled the wall beside his desk for a better view of his gorgeous, willing mistress' face as his turgid, hard rod began to saw rhythmically in and out of the brunette's wetly ovaled mouth. Christ, just the sight alone was enough to drive him insane, causing his loins to tense more and jerk up into her laboring face until the reflected image he saw looked as though he were ramming his long, hard prick more than halfway down her slender throat. Practically all of his thick fleshy penis now seemed to disappear with each new powerful thrust he made until finally only a short stretch of it showed shining wet and white, protruding from her distended lips. She was gorged with his fiery blood-filled flesh, his pulsating length like a savage creature with its own existence and needs that had taken control over his body and mind.

Jesus, he swore to himself, the bitch could really suck cock, as though she had been born with one in her mouth and had learned to treat it as part of herself. Sure, he often desired other women – the younger and more innocent the better – but he could always depend upon June to deliver the kind of pure satisfaction he wanted… like this… and without any bothersome preliminaries.

June's experienced tongue worked with a nerve-tingling swipe of its tip on each out-stroke and was making his cock-head throb and lurch as if a live electric wire were being touched against it. The impassioned middle-aged steel executive was completely mesmerized by the lewd spectacle in the mirror, watching the pink moist flesh of her tightly compressed lips being focused on the labor of giving him this obscene pleasure. Her full, heavy breasts bobbed and swayed against her rocking torso, and the very sight of it incited him to increasing heights of brain-reeling passion.

"Keep on, keep on sucking my cock," Max hissed through tightly clenched teeth, wishing that all of his employees could give him as much pleasure as this one, this mature, full-bodied woman. Shit, if the editor of the company magazine were a woman and not Henry Cummings, how he would love to shove his stiff prick deep down in her throat, as far as he humanly could, to teach her a lesson she would never forget, so that she would never again forget to include the face of Maxwell Alexander in any future issue. The thought of the missing picture in New World Steel filled him with a renewed momentary anger and he wound his hand brutally in his mistress' soft brown hair, driving her face down viciously into his thrusting loins.

"Suck harder, suck faster, Goddammit," he snarled down at the woman slaving between his wide-spread, trembling legs. Her ripe body was beginning to gleam from the light beading of sweat forming on her ivory skin, and he was gloating and enjoying the sight of her lying subserviently on the desk, her lipstick-ovalled lips wrapped tightly around the thick roundness of his stone-hard cock as he stood over her, lunging his hips furiously into her lovely twisted face.