Donna Allen - Wife in training

She did hate the old bastard. Myrna told herself that if Bernie Perkins wasn't her boss she wouldn't stoop to spit on him. Let alone do what she was doing now.

But she did have this cushy little job as his secretary and she was not about to throw it away. She did what he wanted and when he wanted it. She entertained him.

Now she was sitting in his office without her dress. Bernie knew she had a husband, but of course Bernie didn't care about that. The old bastard liked his fun. He liked her in undies.

She wore white today, a white bra and a white garter belt and white panties without a crotch so that her dark hairy pussy showed in the slit. She wore beige nylons and white high-heeled sandals, and Bernie's eyes were so hot she thought he'd float up to the ceiling at any moment.

She knew what she did to him. She sat in a chair facing Bernie and she had her right leg raised, her right foot resting on her left knee, her legs wide open so that Bernie could see the slit in the crotch of her panties.

The right cup of her bra was pulled down to show nearly all of her right tit. She touched her tit now, just a light touch with her fingertips on the point of her nipple. She looked at Bernie and smiled as she wagged her nipple back and forth.

If her husband Neal knew what she was doing, he would certainly kill her. Neal had no idea that she sometimes dressed like this, in a garter belt and stockings and crotchless panties. She always put them on only after she reached the office. Neal never saw her in anything but pantyhose. The modest housewife with her little part-time job as a secretary. Well, if she had to work, she didn't want anything but this. Old Bernie never put any pressure on her and the pay was good. So what if she had to entertain him once in a while.

Her real fear was that one of these days Bernie's heart would give out while she was doing her thing for him. The old fuck. Go on, look at my cunt, she taught. You rat prick, think about sucking it.

That's what he would do when he was ready. He never fucked her. All he did was suck her pussy while she was wearing a garter belt and nylons and crotchless panties. He said that was what turned him on and that was all he wanted to do.

She didn't mind getting the old bastard's tongue in her cunt. He didn't get to fuck her but she got to keep her comfortable little job.

She put her leg down now. But she kept her knees wide apart to show him what he wanted to see. She ran her hands along the insides of her thighs to tease him. Her fingers got close to her pussy but she didn't touch it.

She smiled at him. "What'll it be today, Mr. Perkins? Are we finished now or do you want something else?"

The old man licked his lips. "Your husband is a lucky fellow, Myrna."

"Yes, I guess he is, isn't he?"

"Pull your pussy-lips out a little. Those are new panties, aren't they? The crotch is a little tight and I can't see too much through the slit."

"Like this?"

"Yes, that's much better."

She had her hairy cuntlips pulled out through the slit now so he could see them. She pulled them apart at the top to show him her clit. The old fuck always started drooling when she had her clit out. She pulled at the hood of her clit to get the pink little knob nosing out in the air, and sure enough she heard him groaning as he looked at it.

It wasn't long before he was eating her cunt. She stood with her ass against the desk and her legs apart. She had her bra off now, her tits dangling over his bead as she bent her neck to look down at him.

He had such a long tongue. She remembered she once read that older men were usually good at sucking. Well, Bernie was good, all right. She didn't like fucking that much, but she liked a tongue on her clit. She liked it when the man was down on his knees like Bernie.

Neal never sucked her pussy because and she wouldn't suck his cock. Well, fuck Neal. And fuck Bernie, too. She did it only to keep her job.

Bernie's tongue licked slowly up and down her pussy. He never rushed it. He always acted like he wanted it to last forever.

He kept stroking her nylon-covered legs with his hands. She was always amused at the way he liked to see her in a garter belt and nylons. Men were so easy to turn on if a girl knew what they wanted.

She suddenly wished she could piss on Bernie's face. How nice it would be to piss on the old bastard's face. Or on anyone's face. She hoped he was getting a good whiff of her cunt. Go on, smell it, you old fuck.

She held her right tit now. She rolled her nipple with her fingers as she watched him suck her snatch.

Then he looked up at her, his tongue still in her pussy. She smiled down at him and rolled her eyes to feign excitement. She told him he was a marvelous lover. "You really do it for me, Mr. Perkins."

He pulled his tongue out of her cunt and said he hoped she didn't mind that he didn't fuck her. "I don't even do it to my wife any more."

Myrna batted her eyes at his. "Oh, I don't mind. I'd love it if you did, but this is just as good."

He said he was crazy about her pussy. His eyes glittered as he rubbed her legs with his hands. She could see signs of her cuntjuice on his lips and chin. What a horny old fuck he was.

Then he buried his face in her snatch again. She spread her legs wider this time. She rubbed his bald head as he worked his tongue in her gash. She humped her pussy at his face and told herself well, all right, you'll make it today, you'll get your buzzer off. She pushed her clit at his nose, rubbing her little knob against his pointed beak.

She moaned as she came. She told herself maybe next week she would ask him for a raise. In the meantime she had her goodies. She looked down at his face as he continued lapping her. Her pussy was flooded with cuntjuice now and she had a yen to see it on his tongue. The old bastard loved it. He sucked at the slime pouring out of her gaping cunthole. Now she could see it. A froth of white around his lips. Oh yes, she liked that. Go on, suck it, you old fart. Suck the goodies out of my snatch.

He fell away from her finally. He did what he always did. He unzipped his fly and brought his prick out and then jerked himself off into a large white handkerchief while she watching him. As always, he came quickly and groaned as he tossed the handkerchief into the waste basket. Myrna blew him a kiss and carried her clothes into his private john to get dressed.

The sun was still shining when she arrived home. She found a message from Neal on the answer machine telling her he wouldn't be home until seven. She made herself a drink and relaxed. Or she tried to relax. Whenever old man Perkins did his thing with her, it always made her restless.

Now she sat there on the recliner in the living room with the sun shining through the blinds and her fingers toying with her pussy through the nylon crotch of her pantyhose. She wasn't sure why she was doing it, but she was doing it, all right.

She had her skirt off. Her silk blouse was still on, but unbuttoned in front and pulled away to expose her bare tits. She hadn't put her bra back on after leaving Perkins' office because she liked her tits free and it was almost time to go home.

Below the blouse, she wore nothing but the pantyhose, and now she pulled at the waistband and peeled the nylon off her legs and tossed it away. She draped her left forearm across her body under her tits and slid her right hand down between her thighs with her finger in her gash.

She gasped and turned her head to the side as she touched her clit. Her eyes closed, she slowly rubbed her pussy.

She hated doing it. She always told herself she hated sex, but she couldn't help rubbing herself off when she was too restless.