Henry Perkins: Secretary enslaved

Hot pussyjuices splashed out onto Sharon's chin, and she could feel them rim down onto both sides of her neck. She felt bathed by the musky fluid, and more of it was continuing to pour out. Olga was humping her hips now, fucking Sharon's mouth with her clit. Sharon closed her lips tightly around the shaft of the clit and allowed her lips to be fucked.

"You're a pussy-eater! Cunt-licker! Fucking lesbian whore!" the office manager screamed at the tortured secretary as a series of cums began flashing through Olga's guts. Olga's pussyjuices turned even hotter as they streamed out onto Sharon's face.

Sharon could feel the hammering prick in her cunt wall. It bulged obscenely. Then, with a loud shout, Alex was pumping sticky jizz into her pussyhole again, and Sharon could feel its hot splash at the end of her cunt. Above her, Olga's whole body trembled as her clit fucked again and again into Sharon's mouth. Her two superiors were flooding the young secretary's body with cream as cum blasted through their guts.

Sharon tried desperately to hang on through the terrible raping experience, clinging desperately to the thought of a chance to get away. As pussyjuices bathed her face and jism blasted into her cunthole, her mind was filled with seductive thoughts of the safety of her home.

When Sharon finally stepped through the entrance of her home, she breathed a very deep sigh of relief. She leaned heavily back on the double-latched door, almost exhausted from the rush of feeling free. The house wasn't really very much – just a couple of small bedrooms, a living room, and kitchen – but right then it seemed like a mansion of security that she had been afraid that she might never reach.

It was after seven in the evening before Sharon had managed to get home since the wild sex action hadn't stopped, even when Alex Hazen had emptied his balls for the second time. Slowly, his cock had gone partially soft, but not completely limp, and he had dragged it out of her pussy to leave her slumped on the desk.

Olga Lentz, the office manager, hadn't been through, and she had continued to rub her pussy around Sharon's face and, for a minute or two, Sharon had thought that they were alone. But there was a strange clicking and whirring that would occasionally go on, so she knew that her boss was still in the room. What he was doing she didn't have the faintest idea, but Sharon had been far too busy with Olga's cunt mashed on her face to worry.

But finally, even Olga seemed to tire, and she climbed down from the table, taking her naked, bald pussy from Sharon's mouth. Then the office manager had dived her face into Sharon's juicy cunt and licked from one end of the slit to the other. The lewd sensations the velvety tongue caused in the young secretary's pussy made her clench her eyes shut and try to overlook what was going on.

Sharon imagined that it was a man busily eating out her cunthole, and the thought made things a bit less terrible. Maybe even strangely pleasant, Sharon thought as, once again, the clicking and whirring broke the silence.

Then it had been Alex Hazen's turn again, and he slapped his thick, partially swollen cock against her chin and cheeks. Finally, he forced the hot meat between her lips, the bulging shaft spreading her jaws open, and he fucked her mouth absent-mindedly, without much enthusiasm, and Sharon wondered why he even bothered. One more time, the clicks and whirs began sounding.

Then, strangely, they had let her up from the desk and left her, allowing her to get back into her clothes. Sharon pulled her garments on, nervously watching the doorway, afraid the pair of tormentors would return and attack her again. But when she peeked out of Alex's office, there was no one to be seen. It was only when she had picked up her purse and was scurrying toward the front door that Olga Lentz came out of her office. The last words that the office manager had said were that she would see Sharon in the morning at about, nine.

Fat chance of that, Sharon thought as she pushed herself through her front door a little later. She checked it to make sure that both locks were engaged, then she went in and took a bath and changed into a set of short babydoll pajamas. After fixing soup and a sandwich for her dinner, she sat in her favorite chair and stared at the flickering TV, wondering what she should do.

Should she call the police? Certainly she wasn't going back to work. The more she worried, the more uncertain she became.

There was a loud knock on her front door. She glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was ten-thirty. A bolt of sheer panic ran through her with the thought that it might be Alex and Olga. They knew where she lived and that she would be alone, and Sharon suddenly knew that she should have left town and run completely away.

The knock crashed again. Sharon pushed herself from her chair and edged across to the door on tiptoe. Please make them go away, she thought as she stared at the locks.

"Miss Jones?" a deep, masculine voice asked through the door. The knock sounded again. "If you're in there you need to open up, because I need to talk to you! Something has happened! This is the police!"

The police? Sharon's mind was in a whirl. Then her mind jumped to her parents, and she that figured something had gone wrong. It was the only reason policemen came knocking at your door so late at night. She reached over, pulled up the small metal cover of the peephole, and could see a tall man standing there solemnly dressed in a blue policeman's uniform.

"Just a minute!" Sharon cried and quickly sprang the locks. When she pulled the door open, the tall police officer stepped inside. In one of his hands, he held a manila envelope.

"I'm Officer Tomlin," the policeman said as he walked to the center of the living room. He pointed to the easy chair in which Sharon had been sitting. "Frank Tomlin. Now why don't you turn off the television and sit down, Miss Jones? I think it would be better that way."

Agonizingly, Sharon turned off the TV and sat down where the man had indicated. He towered over her – dark hair, strong features, and a muscular body upon which his tailored uniform fit like a glove.

"You better take a look at these first," he said, handing Sharon the envelope. "Then I'll tell you just how things are."

Confused about what the package could have to do with her parents, Sharon flicked open the flap and dumped the contents into her lap. It was a collection of pictures. There were six snapshots that had apparently been taken that afternoon in the office. In two of them, she was eating Olga's pussyhole, and in two others, she appeared to be sucking Alex's cock. He had actually been fucking her face, but there was nothing to reveal that in the photographs she held.

The final two pictures showed Olga eating Sharon's pussy, and the young secretary had a strangely dreamy smile on her face. Sharon knew that she had been blanking her mind and pretending it was a man's face between her legs, but, again, the photos made that truth a terrible lie. In all six of the pictures, she was clearly recognizable, leaving no doubt about what the clicks and whirring that afternoon had really been.

Suddenly she became very, very aware of how little clothing she had on, the hem of the gown barely covering the brief, filmy panties that were barely hiding her pussy and ass. She knew that her cunthair showed through the panties, and that her nipples showed through the gown.

She glanced up. The policeman had a tight, satisfied smile on his face.

"There's at least a dozen more," he said. "All of them easily recognizable. The way I make it, that's indecent exposure, coupled with prostitution, since the story is that you charged each of them fifty dollars. Add that to the theft charges over the two-hundred dollars you took and it's enough to send you to prison for a long, long time. And if that's not enough, we can probably stir it al'around and come up with some more charges."