Patrick Hill: The secretary eats out

"What's going on in here, Ms. Alston?"

"Just came in to get a new ribbon for my typewriter," she said, holding up a ribbon box.

"Hmmmm, you seem to go through a lot of ribbon."

She smiled. "I do a lot of typing, sir."

"Uh-huh." He sniffed the air of the stockroom. "But I smell the odor of sex, Ms. Alston. I know its smell and you can't hide it! I want to see you in my office! Now!"

Like a kid who was caught with his hand in the cookie jar Kimberly Alston followed Carl Anderson to his office.

Kimberly Alston shuddered with anxiety as she followed the boss, Carl Anderson, to his office. Would she lose her job?

Anderson's office was large and well furnished with an oak desk, a leather sofa, two padded chairs and a couple wooden filing cabinets. It looked very warm and comfortable, somewhat like a lion's den.

Anderson locked the door behind Kim and himself. He walked over to his desk and leaned against it. Then he reached down for a cigar, lighting it with an impressive-looking gold lighter. He took a puff and frowned at Kim.

After what seemed like an eternity to Kim, he spoke. "Now, Ms. Alston, I don't want any bullshit. Where you fucking that boy?"

Kin blushed, lowered her eyes and sighed. "Yes, I guess I was."

"You guess you were?"

She looked straight into his eyes. "Yes! I was!"

"I should fire you for this. We have enough trouble with employees not getting their work done without you compounding the problem."

"Yes, Mr. Anderson."

Anderson rubbed his chin, thinking, puffing on his cigar. "Unless…"

"Unless what, Mr. Anderson?"

"Unless I decide not to fire you."

"Please, Mr. Anderson, I want this job! No, I need this job! Please don't fire me! I'll do anything!"

"Anything, huh?" Anderson pondered, his eyes fixed firmly on the massive swells of her tits.

"Anything at all! Just give me another chance!"

Kim knew exactly what Anderson had in mind. She had long ago recognized that certain look in a man's eyes. If she had to screw the hell out of Anderson to keep her job, she was more than able and willing to do just that. He was all-right looking, a balding man of about fifty. No Clark Gable, but no Wally Cox either. Plus he probably knew his way around the bed. Of course he was more than twice the age of the boys she liked to fuck and suck, but it still might be enjoyable.

She hunched back her shoulders, her tits stretching the fabric of her blouse, her hands on her hips. "Just let me know what you want me to do."

Anderson laughed. "I guess you really do want to keep your job."

"Yes, I do."

"Well, let me tell you, I've had my eye on you since you first started to work here. Perhaps it is time we got to know each other better." He leaned forward, touching his fingers to her chin. Then his fingers trailed down her neck, over her shoulder, until his hand came to rest on her left tit. "Ah, really nice. You really got a set on you. Show them to me."

Eager to please him and keep her job, Kim took two steps back and began to seductively unbutton her blouse. Slowly she pulled the tail of her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt. She slipped it off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Then she slithered her hands over the flimsy lace of the bra that covered her lovely tit-flesh.

"Do you like these, Mr. Anderson?"

Anderson took a deep hit of his cigar and smirked. "Come on, I've seen tits before, bring them out!"

She smiled and reached behind her back, unhooking her confining bra. Leaning forward, Kim let the cups of her bra fall away from her delightful tits, letting the lacy garment fall to the ground. Straightening up, she cupped her tits in her palms, squeezing her erect nipples with her fingers.

"Do you approve, Mr. Anderson?"

He didn't say a word, but Kim could tell he was impressed. It was written all over his face and his crotch…

"Hmmmmm, those are a juicy pair," Anderson panted. "I bet you drive everyone crazy."

He placed his cigar in the ashtray on the desk and turned his attention back to Kim. He put his hands out, palms up, and Kim stepped forward, dropping one globe of flesh into each of his waiting hands.

The mere touch of his fingers sent waves of pleasure up her spine. He massaged and kneaded her tits, puffing and tugging on them in such a way that thrilled her. He pinched her tender nipples, twisting them until she moaned and cooed her satisfaction.

"Jesus, what tits!" he hissed.

He squeezed the half-dollar sized areolas that surrounded her pink nipples. He sighed as he pushed her tits together, creating a deep cleavage between them, and then he bounced her hanging tits in his palms. It was as if he was trying to guess the weight of her tits.

Giant-juices were already flowing out of her pussy. Hell, she thought, he is getting to me. It all seemed so strange, that she should be in the office of the boss, stripped to the waist and with her tits in his sweaty palms. And, more surprisingly, that it would feel so damn good! Hell, her nipples were taut and she knew her clit was swollen and pushing its nose out between the slit of her cunt-lips. Yes, she was eager for some fucking, to have her cunt-hole reamed out by Anderson's cock.

She purred like a cat as Anderson leaned forward and sucked one of her acorn-hard nipples into his hotly wet mouth. He held a tit in each hand and wantonly squeezed her tit-flesh. She delighted at the sight of his mouth working on her tits, first one and then the other. His head pulled back slightly, swirling his tongue erotically over her erectly thick nipple.

"Yeah, suck it!" she cooed. "Suck it hard! I love having them sucked!"

"Relax, baby," Anderson laughed. "I'm the boss, remember? I give the orders around here?"

"But, of course, bossman," she blushed.

"And I could use a little head. You do like to suck cock, don't you?"

She quivered at the sound of the always straight and oh-so-correct boss of New Frontiers talking like a lust-starved boy. Oh, yes. And thinking about sucking cock made her shiver all the more.

"I love to suck cock," she purred, running her tongue seductively over her lips. "The bigger and the meatier the better."

"Great! You just might save your job. Go sit on the sofa and you'll be at just the right height."

Being a good employee, Kim obeyed her boss and sat down on the leather sofa. Anderson walked over to her and quickly dropped his pants and shorts to his ankles, his thick meaty cock springing into focus. Kim was more than impressed. She was amazed, not expecting Anderson to have such a beautifully giant cock. And his large hanging balls seemed to be filled to the utmost capacity with hot and sticky jism.

"Oh, what a nice cock," she cooed, running her fingertips along the pulsating cock-shaft, jerking and puffing the cock-flesh.

Anderson took another step forward and grunted. "It's all yours. Go to it!"

Beginning at the balls, she fisted the shaft of his cock in her left hand and gently stroked it. Then she brought her mouth to his hairy balls and began nipping and lapping the leathery ballsac. Her mind was now oblivious to the reason she was in the boss' office. All that now occupied her mind was the massive amount of cockmeat in front of her.

She lapped her tongue hotly up and down and around his hanging and bloated balls. Chewing on his ball-sac, she playfully pulled the wrinkled skin with her teeth. Then she opened her mouth wide and sucked in one of his balls between her lips and softly squeezed it.

Anderson hissed and moaned his delight as she worked over his nuts. She pulled her wanton mouth away from his balls and saw them glistening with a thick coat of saliva. Now it was time to take care of his cock. She licked her tongue over the fat head of his cock, darting the tip of her tongue against the slit. Then she worked her velvety tongue down his throbbing, veined cock-shaft, rubbing his cockskin with her lips, down to his hairy balls and moving back up to his cock-head again. She, once again, puckered her lips and sucked with erotic noise at the slit of his cock-head. With saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth, she took the bloated cock-head into her delightfully wanton mouth.