Patrick Hill: The secretary eats out

Anderson fisted his bloated cock, while his eyes stared at the pinkness of her cunt.

"Open your damn lips," he demanded. "I want to see everything!"

"This seems so awful."

"Fucking bullshit! You may think it's awful, but your clit seems to be enjoying itself."

Perhaps, she thought, he is right. There was no denying the fact that she was turned on, her clit stiff and swollen. Yet, would she be able to let a man watch her pee, do this most private of things? She wanted to. Her fingers pried open her cunt-lips, her face sweaty as she concentrated, waiting for the pee to come.

And it did!

"Oh, yessss!" Anderson growled, his eyes wide with excitement. This caused Kim to blush and quiver.

Looking down, Kim watched the stream jetting out of her piss-hole. And that excited her. With a sharp cry, she frantically stroked her quivering clit, until a marvelous orgasm swept through her body.

All the time that Kim peed, Anderson feverishly stroked his cock. He came as she did, his cock erupting thick jism onto her belly.

The feeling of the sticky cum on her stomach caused Kim to massage her cunt into an even more excited state of orgasmic frenzy.

Then Anderson knelt, placed Kim's legs over her shoulders, and started sucking her cunt. Kim came once again and almost passed out.

Anderson never did get around to fucking Kimberly Alston that day, but he did let her keep her job. Kim left his office with a tired pussy and a relieved mind.

Kimberly curbed her desire for Marty Wright, afraid that she might lose her job if Anderson caught them again. But it didn't really matter, for Marty had been fired. She guessed that Anderson had no desire for young boys. Besides she had her eyes on a young copy-boy. A nineteen-year-old hunk named John Marshall.

A couple days after the incident with Marty and Anderson, Johnny Marshall came by her desk.

"Ms. Alston," he said. "I've been getting a lot of slack over some of this stuff you have typed."

"How so?" Kim smiled.

"It seems the people down in typesetting don't understand some of your notations."

"Uh, that's strange."

"Perhaps," he muttered, "We could discuss it."

Kim grinned. She knew what he had on his mind. He had a lustful gaze in his eyes. The thought of fucking him was exciting, especially when she discovered that he was a good friend of Marty Wright. She believed that he probably knew about everything that had happened between her and Marty. And it was definite that he wanted to fuck her.

But, did she dare? It certainly was tempting. It would definitely be exciting to fuck this hunk of a teenager standing before her. She banished Carl Anderson from her mind and turned her concentration on Johnny Marshall. She tried to imagine him naked, the size of his cock and how it would fit into her cunt-hole. Then she realized that her pussy was oozing, wetting her panties. The lust for the teenager was becoming unbearable. She had to do something about it. Now!

"Johnny," Kim cooed, "Why don't we go into the conference room and discuss the typesetter's problems?"

Taking the startled teenager by his hand, Kim led him down the hall to the conference room. Once inside, she locked the door behind them. She went over to the table and leaned her ass against it.

"Marty Wright told you what happened, didn't he?"

"Ah, well…" Johnny muttered, looking down to the floor, shifting from one foot to the other.

"Johnny, don't deny it," Kim chuckled. "Teenaged boys are always horny and they like to brag about their conquests. I know Marty told you everything and you want the same. Right?"

Johnny could only nod. And he blushed when his eyes met hers.

"Ah, you're so sweet," she purred. "I guess I shouldn't be doing this, but I just can't help it. Came over here and kiss me."

She stood up and a quiver ran through her as he leaned forward to kiss her rosy lips. She pushed her tongue into his waiting mouth and her lips rubbed over his in a wetly erotic kiss. She loved the feel of his boyish chest pressed against her large and heaving tits. As her belly pushed against him, Kim could feel the outline of his hard cock through his jeans. She slipped her arms around him and pressed him closer to her wanton body, all the while lewdly sucking his tongue.

A moan issued forth from Kim's throat as she felt her cunt-juices boil within her cunt. She could think of nothing else but the teenaged hunk in her arms and in her mouth. Damn! Her cunt-flesh needed to be appeased. And her mind went wild with thoughts of his young cock-shaft spreading her cunt-lips, thrusting deep into her fuck-tube. Did he know how hot she was? Could he feel the hardness of her nipples against his chest? He had to know as she sucked feverishly on his tongue and rubbed herself against him.

Finally she pulled away and slipped her hand over his belly, down to the bulge in his crotch. Johnny groaned as her fingers found the hard outline of his throbbing cock-shaft. Kim located his cock-head through the tough fabric of his jeans, squeezing the fat head with her fingertips. Then, using her entire hand, she cupped his balls and grinned up to him.

"Bring it out, Johnny. I'm wetting just to see it!"

Johnny ran his hands through his hair, confused and blushing, wondering if he believed what he was hearing. He decided that he had heard correctly and began to unbuckle his belt. Kim found his zipper and pulled it down. Then she helped him pull down his jeans and shorts, freeing his pulsating hard cock.

"Marvelous," she cooed, her eyes glittering as she stared at his rampant fuck-pole.

With her arms around his waist, Kim sat down on the edge of the table and leaned her head to his crotch, her eyes constantly on his cock and hanging balls. His balls were heavy, his cock-shaft thick and criss-crossed with bulging blue veins. The head of his cock was perfectly shaped and looked good enough to eat. One large ball hung lower than the other in his smooth and almost hairless ball-sac.

Johnny groaned as she ran her fingers through the dark curly hair that ringed the base of his cock. She used one fingertip to trace a thick vein along his cock-shaft to the knob of the cock, smearing the fuck-oil that oozed from the slit.

The smell of his sex was heavy in the air, penetrating her nostrils with an odor that drove her wild.

Gently she closed her fingers around the shaft of his cock and began to slowly pump her fist up and down, which soon had the teenager moaning and trembling, almost driving him up the wall.

"Does my hand feel good?"

"Oh, yessss!" he hissed, his eyes gazed in lust as he watched the sexy secretary stroke his huge cock.

Kim simply adored his beautiful cock. She noted that his cock was bigger than Marty Wright's, with heavier balls and a more perfectly sculptured cock-head. Cupping his balls, Kim weighted them, fingering each nut and gently squeezing it.

She could feel him building to an orgasm and not wanting him to squirt his load into the air, Kim let go of his cock and stood up.

"We don't want you coming yet, do we?" She saw him nod. "Now let's do me. I know you want to see more of me, don't you?"

"Holy shit, yes!" the boy screamed, his hand dropping to fist his cock-shaft.

Kim had to grin at the boy's wanton needs. But, more than anything, she wanted his mouth on her tits, his hairless face buried in her tit valley and his lips nibbling on her nipples.

Quickly she unbuttoned her blouse and unclasped her bra, dropping them both to the floor, exposing her heavenly mounds of tit-flesh to the boy.

Johnny held his breath for a few seconds, then let it out in a short whistle. A whistle of both admiration and disbelief.

Kim chuckled and cupped her right hand under her corresponding tit, lifted the juicy orb and offered it to the boy. "Suck it, my little boy! Suck my tit!"