Ray Mills - Easy horny sister

Already she could see herself moving into her own apartment, maybe soon even getting herself a car. The clothes she would be able to buy and the places she could go began to flash before her mind.

She had a hard time keeping her mind on the business at hand. Instead of having someone else show her around, Brinkman took her around himself. He took her to all three floors occupied by the company, pointing the operations that took place in each location.

Finally he led her up a narrow, dark stairway, and when he opened the door they were on the roof of the building. It was a warm, sunny day, and Candy felt marvelous and fucky, as if she were on top of the world.

"God, it's so high up," she said.

"Does it make you dizzy?" Brinkman asked, placing one arm around her shoulders as if to steady her.

"Oh no. It's so exciting. I've never been anyplace so high up before."

There were several shed-like structures on the rooftop, and he drew her over behind one of them. She saw two large mattresses on the surface of the roof, but somehow she thought nothing of them. They were probably there, she reasoned, for people who liked to sunbathe on their lunch hours.

She was so busy trying to take in the view that she didn't bother to be suspicious. Even Brinkman's arm around her wasn't disturbing, though she was temporarily puzzled at why he didn't remove it after she said she wasn't dizzy.

"You're quite a beautiful girl, Miss Kendall," he said.

"Thank you, I'm glad you think so," Candy murmured, trying not to seem too flirtatious.

She turned her face to him and saw him staring at her mouth. It seemed so natural that she didn't resist when he suddenly leaned his head down and kissed her. His tongue snaked between her lips, and Candy willingly parted her teeth to let his tongue in.

She turned and melted against him, feeling his hands quickly fall to her ass and begin squeezing the full round ass cheeks through her skirt. She coiled her tongue around his, trembling with excitement.

"Does this mean I get the job?" she panted into his neck.

Brinkman was busy unbuttoning her blouse. His mouth was on her neck, then on her bare shoulders. God, I don't think I should let him fuck me unless he gives me the job, Candy thought.

At the same time she could feel her own pussy pulsing with excitement and oozing with warm juice.

He is awfully handsome, though, she thought. She reached up and loosened his tie as he slipped her blouse down her arms.

"Mr. Brinkman?" she prompted in a sultry voice. "Does this mean I get the job?"

"Just call me Rick," he said in a lust-clotted voice.

His hands reached behind her to unfasten her bra. Candy unbuttoned his shirt, kissing his cheek and jaw.

"Do I get the job?" she murmured again. "Yes, of course, Miss Kendall," he panted. "You can call me Candy," she whispered.

"Ohhhnnnnn, that feels good!"

His warm mouth was on the upper slopes of her tits. Candy shivered as her bra straps slipped down her arms. She gasped sharply as Brinkman's tongue touched one of her nipples.

"Ahhhh! Oh, Rick, should we be doing this? What if somebody comes?"

But like everybody who saw her body naked, Brinkman was now overcome by urgent lust. He filled his hand with her naked young tits, tonguing her large coral nipples until Candy was whimpering with pleasure.

She was still afraid they might be discovered, but she couldn't keep her body from responding to his caresses. A sharp insistent pulse began to beat deep inside her cunt. I want him, I want him, it seemed to say. I want him to fuck me.

Her hands scrabbled at his belt buckle and the fly of his pants. His mouth on her nipples made her nearly gag with hot bliss. She slipped her fingers under the elastic band of his shorts and freed his cock. His prick was hot and pulsing, not terribly long but fat and stumpy, as thick as her own wrist.

"We shouldn't be doing this," she panted into his ear. "I barely know you."

"Miss Kendall… Candy," Brinkman panted. "Don't tell me you want roe to stop." Again he sucked one of her arching nipples into his mouth and Candy felt her knees sag. Hot pulsing fires shot through her streaming pussy.

"No, of course not," she gasped. "Ohhhh! God, yes! But what if somebody comes?"

Quickly Brinkman pulled her down on one of the mattresses. In a flash he had her skirt unzipped and was tugging her panties down her sleek thighs. Candy helped him, frantically kicking off her shoes. She pulled her pants off too.

As she kissed his taut, muscular belly quickly, her hands drew his cock to her mouth. She peppered his prick with warm wet kisses, swirling her tongue passionately around the purplish, swollen head.

Brinkman held onto her shoulders and ran his fingers in a frenzy through her shiny golden hair as she sucked his prick lovingly. She ran her tongue all over the stumpy, fat twitching stalk of prick flesh. When her warm mouth engulfed the head of his cock, she could hear tiny yelps of pleasure come from deep in his throat.

But we can't do this! she suddenly thought. Remember, somebody might come. A janitor, for instance, or some secretary just wanting to enjoy the sun. Deep inside, Candy realized that she got a sort of perverse pleasure from contemplating someone coming upon them like this, with her mouth working furiously on his hot, twitching prick.

Somehow the danger of being discovered stirred new fires of lust awake in her. Her body trembled with frantic sexual excitement. She could taste the fuck juice oozing out of the head of his cock.

At the same instant, his hand found its way between her warm thighs. His fingers invaded her wet pussy, plunging into her cunt urgently. Candy gasped sharply as she felt his thumb rapidly diddling her tingling clit.

"Ahhnnn! Oh! Unghhh! Yes!" she panted in his ear. "Fuck me. Now. Don't wait. Fuck me before somebody comes, Rick. I need you to fuck me!"

"Oh, Candy, you're beautiful," he groaned, pushing her over onto her back. "I'm going to make you my secretary."

Candy was whimpering and moaning with need under him, her hands grabbing his stiff cock, pulling it toward her aching slit. God, I don't care what job you give me! she thought desperately. I just want you to fuck me! Quick!

"Oh, good, good!" she murmured, feeling him nestle between her thighs. "Just put it in me. Fuck me hard. And quick!"

Brinkman's hands clutched her thighs. He rubbed the slippery, fucking lips of her pussy with his fingers, Candy held onto his shoulders and nearly swooned as she felt his abnormally fat cock slide into her wet cunt furrow.

"Aaaanngghhh God, it's so thick!" she moaned, twisting with pleasure as she felt his prick stuff and cram her.

"Candy, baby. Candy!"

"Oh God, fuck me, Rick! Fuck me hard. Ugh! Ugh! Yesss! Oh yes!"

She clamped her thighs around his hips and bucked in a wild frenzy, mewling and raking his bare shoulders with her nails. He fucked her with short, rapid plunging fuck-motions, cramming her tight cunt again and again with the enormous thick shaft of his fucking prick.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she seemed to see the sky filled with the tops of the adjacent tall buildings, swirling around in a mad fantasy of teeming lust. Her body seemed glued to his, his cock fucking fiercely in the depths of her clinging cunt. Moaning and gasping with need, she yielded to him completely. He lifted her legs up over his shoulders, raising her ass into the air. Then he lunged down into her, fucking her vulnerable pussy wildly with his thick cock, making her squeal and cry out with pleasure.

"Oh God, yes!" she screamed, flipping her cunt wildly up into his fucking prick. "Ugh! Anghh!"

Her whole body began to shudder with sharp spasms. She pinched his fat plunging cock with her cunt muscles, making him groan with pleasure. He fucked her flowing pussy relentlessly, and Candy gasped desperately as she felt the coming begin to throttle her.