Ray Todd - Eager hot daughter

Unaware that her daughter knew of her cheating, Diane seemed to get along very well with the girl. Diane was pleased that her husband and daughter didn't object to her being away from home, and neither did young Billy. Heather was secretly glad that her mother spent a lot of time with Herb Clayton because it gave the girl more time alone with her dad.

Even Sandy Perkins, Roger's private secretary, had noticed a change in her boss' attitude. Sandy, a petite girl with a trim figure, big tits and long red hair, had been his secretary for five years. When she started working for him shortly after finishing business school, she had developed a wild crush on her handsome boss.

She'd tried a hundred ways to catch the man's attention until she realized, that he didn't even know she existed. She, as well as the other girls in the company, soon learned that they were no more than pieces of furniture to the man. He was always polite and courteous, but beyond that he was strictly business. Sandy's slim, saucy legs beneath her short skirts had never once overridden the man's eyes from his work. As the years passed, the girl had relegated him to a dusty shelf reserved for dead fossils of the dim past.

But lately she'd noticed a slight changing his behavior. The first indication had been a few weeks ago when she'd been taking dictation.

The man's words had trailed off in the middle of a sentence, and looking up, Sandy saw his eyes staring excitedly at the thighs of her crossed legs.

When she told the other girls about it, they giggled and said there must have been a dollar bill pasted to her leg. That would be the only thing that would excite him.

On a more recent occasion, he had complimented her on a blouse she was wearing that boldly revealed the cleavage of her large tits.

"That's certainly a sharp-looking blouse," he'd said. She smiled to herself, knowing that she'd worn the same garment to work at least fifteen times.

"Is it new?" he continued.

"No, not really," she'd answered as she left the room.

A few days later when Roger watched her lovely slim figure walk out of his office, he felt a tingle ripple through the head of his cock. Within a matter of seconds his big prick was throbbing excitedly in his pants. He had a wild desire to shove his pulsing cock up his secretary's hot cunt. His hard-on almost bursting with lust, Roger picked up the phone and dialed his house.

"Hello?" he heard Heather answer.

"Hi, honey," Roger replied.

"Oh, Daddy," his daughter giggled. "I was just sitting here thinking about you."

"What were you thinking about, fuck-doll?" he teased.

"Fuckin'," whispered Heather.

"I was thinking about the same thing," her father laughed.

"Daddy," she excitedly asked, "will you come home and fuck me? Mom and Billy have gone to the zoo for the day."

"That's exactly what I had in mind," her father answered, his hard cock pounding frantically in his pants. "I'll be home in twenty minutes."

"Please hurry, Daddy," she excitedly whispered. "I'm horny as hell this afternoon."

Later that day as he lay on her bed with his daughter, he relaxed as Heather sensually sucked and licked his cock back to a second hard-on. Roger's thoughts drifted back to his secretary. Closing his eyes, he could vividly imagine Sandy's soft mouth and tongue working on his prick. The thought of being sucked off by his secretary sent wild tremors racing through his body.

He couldn't understand why he had this sudden desire for his secretary after working with her for almost five years. Thinking about Sandy, he realized he knew absolutely nothing about her. He didn't know whether she had a boyfriend or whether she was engaged. But he did know he had an overwhelming desire to bury his cock deep inside her furry pussy.

The next morning when he entered the office, the sight of Sandy's big soft eyes sent a delicious warmth surging through his prick.

"Hi, Mr. Baily," she smiled, tossing her long red hair back from her face. "You're in early this morning."

"Hello, Sandy," the man answered, his eyes focused on the big firm tits pressing out against her tight-fitting sweater. "I guess I ant, but I want to catch up on some work."

"Here are some papers that need your signature," she smiled, handing them to him, "and I'll bring you a cup of coffee in a moment."

Sandy sat quietly at her desk for a few moments after Roger entered his office. She'd noticed the excited, hungry look in his eyes as he'd stared at her tits. For the first time in five years he was starting to act like a normal male, and Sandy began speculating about being fucked by the handsome man. The thought of having his cock rammed up her cunt sent crazy needles of fire tingling through her body.

Woman's intuition told her that the time was ripe and she should strike while the iron was hot. Before taking him his coffee, Sandy went into the ladies' room and removed her bra and pantyhose. Wearing nothing but her short skirt and sweater over her bare tits and pussy, she entered his office with the coffee.

"Thank you," he smiled as she set the cup on his desk. "Why don't you join me for a cup?"

She hesitated for a moment because he always dismissed her as soon as she'd served him.

"Please," he continued. "I'd like it if you would."

Watching her saucy ass swing through the door as she left for her cup, Roger Baily felt his cock give a wild lurch.

Nice to have company for a change, he smiled later when she was seated across the desk sipping her coffee.

Not answering, Sandy let her big soft eyes reply. Roger didn't miss the warm expression on her lovely face.

"Strange," he said. "After five years I hardly know you, Sandy."

"Oh, I'm just Sandy," she laughed. "I just work, eat, breathe and sometimes make love."

"That sounds like a pretty well-rounded life," Roger smiled, pleased with her direct answer. "You're not married, are you?"

"Heavens no," she giggled. "I'm having too much fun."

"Anyone in particular?" he asked. "Nope," smiled Sandy, getting up to open a window. "Not at present. I'm just shopping around."

"How's shopping?" Roger asked, his eyes on the bare thighs beneath her short skirt as she reached up and pushed the window open.

"A little slow," she replied, turning around and facing him across the room. "I'm only shopping for a playmate, not a husband."

"You shouldn't have any trouble finding playmates," he laughed.

"I don't," Sandy smiled, walking back toward his desk. "But I'm sort of particular about who uses my body."

"I… I guess you can afford to be," stammered Roger, completely captivated by the sensuous young body coming back across the room.

"How about you?" she asked, walking around the desk and perching herself on top of it next to him.

"What about me?" the man asked, her bare crossed legs only inches from his face.

"Are you available?" Sandy teased, uncrossing her legs and exposing big slab of naked thigh.

Completely bewildered, Roger was unable to answer the startling question.

"Well," the girl laughed. "I'd better get back to work."

"No," he gulped, grasping her hand in his. "Not for a few minutes."

"Your hands are so strong and gentle," Sandy whispered in a low voice, pressing his palm on her bare thigh.

Feeling her soft, hot flesh burning deliciously against his hand sent the blood surging into his rapidly swelling prick.

Facing the man as she sat on the edge of his desk, she could see the big throbbing bulge in his crotch. Daintily kicking off a shoe, she reached out with her foot and began lightly rubbing the lump in his pants with her bare toes. The feel of her warm flesh massaging his swollen cock was enough to blow Roger's mind!

"Do you like that?" she whispered, her soft eyes glowing with passion.