Patrick Hill: The secretary eats out

Marty's head bucked back and his eyes rolled up into his lids. He bucked his hips and started to fuck her asshole in long fast strokes. It was obvious to all that he was too excited to last long.

Kim knelt beside them, the fingers of her right hand thrusting in and out of her cunt-hole and the fingers of her left hand reaming her own asshole. A shattering orgasm ripped through her body as Marty shot his load of sticky cum into Denise's hungrily sucking shitter.

"I ought to fire you both!" Carl Anderson hissed.

Kim and Denise stood before their boss, in his office. He sat back, rocking in the swivel chair behind his desk, with a frown on his face.

He was very angry. "If you two are going to be constantly fucking each other and everyone else at New Frontiers, how do you ever expect to get any work done? When I give you an assignment to complete, I want it done! You understand?"

The women nodded. Kim and Denise had forgotten all about the urgent work that they had taken home the night before, that had to be finished by the next day. Instead they were busy getting fucked by Marty Wright. Anderson had returned from his business trip earlier in the day and didn't find the reports on his desk, plus both women were an hour late to work. And, somehow, their boss had found out about their rendezvous with the boy. Kim was afraid that the jig was up, that he would fire both of them.

Anderson leaned forward and grabbed a cigar from his humidor, lighting it with his desk lighter. He took a deep puff on the cigar. Then he looked at the frightened women and started to chuckle.

"Hmmm, the kid took you both on, did he? Horny little bastard, ain't he?" He took another puff of his cigar and turned to Denise. "You, Ms. Taylor, I understand you like to be bossed around. The kinkier the better, right?"

Denise blushed and looked down to the floor, but remained silent.

"Answer me!" Anderson roared like a lion. "Yes, sir!" Denise blurted out, trembling at his anger toward her.

Kim quivered, frightening herself as she realized that her pussy was wet. Getting bawled out by the boss was actually turning her on! But was there a chance that they would get balled by the boss?

Anderson chuckled and, as if reading Kim's mind, turned to the brunette. He smiled.

"Kimmy, go lock the door. Perhaps we should relax, while I make up my mind about what to do with the two of you." He turned to Denise and grinned. "You'd like to rein with us, Denise, wouldn't you?"

Blushing, the blonde nodded and avoided looking into Anderson's eyes. Kim hoped their bass would want to fuck Denise. Perhaps he would let them both off easy and not fire them. Kim hurried to the door, quickly locking it. Then she returned once again to Denise's side.

Anderson leaned back in his chair, puffing on his cigar, thinking about the possibilities. He smiled as his eyes raked over the forms of the two women, one blonde and the other brunette, both gorgeous. They looked like meek lambs before him, wondering what the immediate future might hold for them.

He gritted his teeth and leered. "Let us have a look at the possibilities."

Kim didn't need any prompting, she knew Anderson well enough to know that he wanted them to undress. She immediately began to unbutton her blouse and nudged Denise with her elbow to do the same.

As per her usual game, Kim decided to tease him. Slowly she slipped her blouse off her shoulder, letting it drop to the carpeted floor, and then wiggled out of her lace bra. Topless, Kim lifted her heavy tits in her hands and rolled her erect nipples with her fingers, pinching and puffing at their tenderness. Her boss nodded his approval, running his tongue over his lips as he gazed from her to the blonde.

Denise had quickly stripped away her clothes, exposing her best asset… her bald pussy. Anderson's eyes widened at the sight and his jaw sagged. Then he chuckled. "I always knew there was something special about you, Ms. Taylor. That's about the prettiest little cunt I've ever seen!"

"Do you really like it, Mr. Anderson?" Denise meekly asked.

"Damn straight!" he hissed.

Kim was thrilled that Anderson was pleased with Denise's bald pussy, it would mean a better chance of them not being fired. She removed the rest of her clothing. Once she had her panties off, Kim turned to give her boss a good look at her white round ass, framed by her garter belt and nylons.

Now the two secretaries stood before him, stripped down to their nylons and heels, and Anderson leaned forward, crushing his cigar out in the ash-tray. Slowly he got up from his chair and circled the women, inspecting each for their individual assets and charms. He slammed Kim on the ass. It was his way of saying hello. But his attention was drawn to Denise. He had never seen the blonde naked before and he wanted to explore that avenue. He ran his fingers up and down her ass-crack, tickling her tightly puckered asshole.

"Bend over the desk," he said, "And give me a look-see."

Denise's face went crimson, but she did as he asked. Without further instructions, the blonde moved her legs apart as she bent forward at the waist, her hands planted palms down on the desk. Anderson crouched down behind her and wantonly inspected her pinkish-brown bung and the bottom of her swollen-lipped bald cunt.

"Amazing!" he said, running a fingertip between her cunt and asshole. "Beautiful!"

"That's it for now," he said, patting her on the ass. "You can straighten up."

Anderson moved around to the front of the women. Briefly he palmed Kim's melons, pinching their nipples. Then his hands moved to Denise's tits. He pinched and pulled at her nipples.

"Not much in the tit department, are you?" he said to the blonde. "Definitely not like Kimmy, here. But, I guess, you'll do. If you're a nice girl and do me right, you might just save your job."

"Thank you, thank you," she almost cried with gratitude. "I'll do anything. Anything to please you. Just give me a chance to please you."

Kim sighed her relief. Once again her life had been saved at the brink of disaster.

"Let me see more of your cunt," Anderson hissed to Denise.

The cute blonde hurried to the chair to do as she was told, and flopped down on it. She draped her nylon-clad legs over the arms of the chair, showing off her thick pink-lipped cunt. Her boss was pleased, and his eyes full of lust as he gazed at the blonde's gaping bald cunt. He knelt down before the altar of her cunt and pulled her cunt-lips out with his fingers. He stared for a long time at her cunt-hole as a thick glob of whitish cunt juice oozed out and streamed down to her pretty little asshole. He smiled and pulled back the hood of her clit with his finger and gazed at the clit twitching and swelling as it became hard.

Though Kim was at the moment but a bystander, the erotic sight of her boss with his face almost buried in Denise's cunt drove the brunette into a frenzy of wantonness. Her hot fingers slipped into the wet trench between her cunt-lips and played with her clit as she watched the fucking couple.

Anderson finally straightened up. For a few moments he remained standing in front of Denise, staring down and admiring her bald cunt. He smiled and shook his head, still amazed at the cleanly shaven cunt. Then he pointed to the front of his trousers.

"Okay, honey, bring my hot meat out. It's about time you were introduced to my proudest possession."

Denise bit down on her lip with excitement as she reached up and pulled down his zipper and fished his cock and balls out of the fly of his pants. Her eyes widened with lusty desire as she marveled at the amazing length and girth of his fuck-pole.

As if not believing its size, Denise ran her finger along every inch of his cock-shaft and up to his bloated knob. Curling her fingers, the blonde fisted his throbbing fuck-meat and slowly began to jerk the cock-meat up and down. In no time a thick glob of fuck-oil bubbled out of the twitching slit in his cock-head, dripping on her fingers.