J Watson - In the widow_s panties

She had been waiting in the outer office for two hours. She knew it was Bill's way of making her suffer. She did not mind that. She knew she was going to have to do even more suffering before she was through.

"He'll see you now," the pretty young secretary said.

"Thank you," Judy said.

Judy had dressed in her tightest skirt and blouse. She wanted to look good for him. She wanted him to remember that she was a good looking woman.

"Hello, Judy," Bill said.

"Hi," she said.

She sat down across from him and crossed her legs. She smiled as she saw Bill's gaze go to the expanse of thigh she had showed him.

"What can I do for you, Judy?" he asked.

"I want to move back to the city," she said. "I'm bored out in the country."

"That's nice. How can I help you?"

"I need a job again," she said.

"You mean what you were doing before?" Bill said.

"No," Judy said. "I want a good job. A job that pays a decent wage, and I don't have to fuck anybody I don't want to. Real work. You can do that for me."

Judy thought she had it all figured out. She would get the upper hand immediately. Bill liked her body so much that he would not want to let her get away again. He would give her what she wanted. She shifted her position in the chair.

"I can't help you," he said.

Judy's bluff had failed. What she really wanted was to get back in Bill's good graces. She wanted to be around men she could fuck, but she still wanted to consider herself a decent person. But Bill wasn't going to help her.

"I don't understand," she said.

"I won't give you a job. That's it. Take a walk."

She couldn't understand his attitude. She knew she was sexy. She knew he wanted, her. She could not understand why he would not do as she wanted.

"I could be nice to you, Bill," she said. "We could be very close friends."

"I've got a hundred girls who would be nice to me, baby," he told her. "I thought you were attractive once. Now you're just getting boring."

She knew she did not want to walk out of Bill's life. Bill was a man who excited her. He pleased her in a way that other men could not. She remembered the last time they had met. He had wanted her body then. She was sure he could not mean what he was saying.

"Then give me my old job back," she said.

"No," he said.

"Why not, Bill?" Her voice was getting pleading. Everything was getting out of control.

"You walk in here like your ass is made of gold and you start making demands. You don't make demands with me, baby. You do what you're told when you're told. Now get out of here."

"Don't send me away, Bill," she pleaded. There were tears in her eyes. "You were right. I hated that little apartment and I hated that kind of life. I want to be back with all the glitter and gold."

"So you want to wear fine clothes and go to parties and be with rich people again?" he said.

"Yes," she admitted humbly.

"All right," Bill said. "Get down on your knees and beg me."

"What?" she asked.

"Get down on your fucking knees and beg or get the hell out of here," he said.

She thought she had some pride left. She thought she would never allow it to go this far. But she knew she would do as he asked. She got down on her knees in his office and begged him. She kept begging for what seemed like hours. He sat there with that hard expression on his face as she groveled like an animal.

"I'm still not sure you mean it," Bill finally said.

"I mean it," Judy said. "I'll do anything you say. Anything. Take care of me, Bill!"

"All right, bitch," Bill said. "I'm going to find out how much you mean it."

Bill got up and walked over to her. She was still on her knees. He casually unzipped his trousers and took his prick out. He let his cock dangle in front of her face.

"Well, make it hard, bitch," he said.

She knew how to do that. She lifted her head and brushed her lips against the tip of his cock. She opened her mouth and sucked his stiff cock between her lips. She started sucking hard on his prick. In a few moments she could feel his cock getting swollen inside her mouth. She used her tongue as she moved his prick from cheek to cheek.

"You're doing fine, baby," he said. "Maybe you do mean it 69?"

His cock was rock hard inside her mouth. She kept sucking hard. She was letting her spit run down the sides of his cock as she sucked. At that moment she would have sucked a hundred cocks to get what she needed.

"That's enough," he told her. "Now take my trousers off, whore!" She hurriedly unbuckled his trousers and pulled them down his legs. His shorts followed. She buried her face in his belly and then let her lips move back down to his cock. She started licking the long length of his prick. She opened her mouth and sucked his hard cock into her mouth. She sucked gently. Without being told, she moved her hand up between his legs and started playing with his heavy cum-filled balls.

"Let me sit down, baby," he said.

He took off his shirt while he was going over to sit down on the couch. She followed quick, scrambling across the floor on her hands and knees like some kind of animal. Judy had no pride left. All she could think of was making this man happy.

Making him happy was exciting the hell out of her.

He spread his legs and sat up a little. Her tongue went back to his cock. She licked his prick all over. She took his cock back into her mouth and began to suck gently on his prick. She sucked his cock all the way into the back of her throat. Her fingertips caressed his balls.

"I'll teach you to come in here looking like some kind of snobbish bitch with a gold-plated cunt," he said. "I'll teach you!"

He put both hands on the side of her head and he started fucking his rigid cock deep into her mouth. He was mouth-fucking her brutally and all she could do was take it. She tried to relax as his swollen prick slid deep into her throat.

"Fucking nice, baby," he moaned. "You really have a nice fucking mouth!"

She thought he was going to come in her mouth, but Bill had other things in mind. He fucked his prick in and out of her mouth for a few moments longer, until her mouth started filling up with his leaking cum. Then he pulled his prick out of her mouth.

"You know what I'm going to do, baby?" he asked.

"No," she answered.

"I'm going to fuck your asshole," he told her. "I'm going to ram my cock up your ass. You still want that job, baby, or maybe you want to run out now?"

She knew she could not run out on him now. He knew it also. He laughed at the expression on her face. He reached down and ripped open her blouse. She was not wearing a bra. Her big tits popped free and he licked his lips.

"Take off the rest, bitch," he said. "Or do you want me to rip that off!"

"I'll take it off," she said.

He did not look at her as she pulled off the rest of her clothes. Instead he went over to his desk and cleaned off the top. She was naked when he looked back at her again. He looked her up and down and licked his lips again.

"All right, baby," he said. "Come over here. I want you face down on the desk."

"Don't do this to me," she whispered.

"Shut up, bitch," he said. "One more word and you go out the door. Get, the hell over here!"

She went over there. He grabbed her by the back of her neck and pushed her face down on the desk. He put his other hand between her legs from behind. He started playing with her cunt. He fucked two fingers up into her pussy. He started finger-fucking her. She had been tense, but his fingers loosened her up again. In moments, she was rocking hard against his fingers.

"Yeah," he said. "You like that, baby. You've got a hot cunt. You just can't get enough!"

He gently fucked his fingers in and out of her cunt. He let his fingertips brush against her clit, and she moaned softly. He kept doing that for a few moments until her body was twisting in pleasure. Then he drove another finger into her hot box and he started finger-fucking her again.