Patrick Hill: The secretary eats out

Kimberly Alston sat in a stall in the women's room, just down the hall from New Frontiers Advertising Agency, wondering what the future might bring. She was the new secretary in the pool. New to the agency and new to the town of Clayton, population 50,000. And somewhere in those fifty-thousands she hoped to find a man. A new lover?

"Perhaps," she groaned to herself as she sat idly running her fingertips over the throbbing lips of her cunt.

But did she really care about a new lover? She'd had a whole slew of disappointing love affairs in her twenty-five years of existence. Well, now, she had a new job and town to conquer. She decided for the moment that the only thing that mattered, that really counted, was her cunt. It was a hungry fuck-channel that needed her fingers and not her mind. It had a mind and need of its own. She had a date with Steve Parker in the evening, one of the agency's junior partners, and she was determined to get some good old-fashioned fucking.

She needed it. Thinking about Steve's cock had made her horny as hell and was interfering with her work. It was difficult to type when her cunt was itching for attention. And it would not be denied! Kim shuddered on the toilet seat, as she imagined a hard cock sliding in and out of her cunt. Yeah, thick and hot and very hard.

Being surrounded by all those gorgeous men in the agency was at times more than any woman should be tempted by. Sometimes she felt she could take on the entire staff of New Frontiers! Perhaps, some day, she would. In the meantime she had to be careful in this job. Just try, one at a time.

As for now, it was only two in the afternoon and she would never make it until the end of the day without some relief. And her fingertips would provide that relief!

She moved her fingers over the delightful curves of her tits, pinching her thick nipples through the thin fabric and she slid a hand down to her crotch, to her dark muff of thick and curly hair. She had thought about trimming it, but the men seemed to love her hairy cunt.

"Ohhhh!" she moaned. Her fingers felt good.

She thrilled in teasing herself, tugging at her thick and meaty cunt-lips without touching her clit until she could stand it no longer. Poor little clit, always begging for attention. Ah, poor thing.

By this time her cunt was flooded with pussyjuices, dripping out of her cunt-hole. She tangled her fingers through the forest of her cunt-hair, teasingly pinching her pussy-lips. She was imagining Steve's head between her legs, sniffing the pleasant aroma of her brimming cunt-hole. Oh, how great that would be!

Grinding her ass against the toilet seat, Kim moaned as a wave of hot desire and pleasure swept through her stomach.

Her left hand fondled her tits, through her blouse, as she leaned back and closed her eyes, her right hand tickling the wet trench between her swollen cunt-lips.

A grunting of pleasure gurgled out of throat as her fingertips met the dripping opening of her cunt-mouth. She ran her finger once around the rim of her hole and then, slowly, pushed it into her begging fuck-channel. Her cunt was tight enough that the finger felt like a small cock invading her private domain. Pulling her finger out as slowly as it had gone in, she brought the dripping digit to her nose and sniffed the sweet smell and then slipped it into her mouth.

The taste of her own cunt fluids caused a shiver of pleasure to run down her spine. Oh, how naughty she was being! Here she sat in the rest room of the large Clayton Professional Building, her thighs wide apart and her cunt dripping as she tasted her own juices!

Were the other secretaries as horny as she? Kim knew for sure that Carl Anderson, the owner of New Frontiers, would fire her on the spot if he found her masturbating on company time. At the moment she really didn't care.

With a soft purr, she spread her thighs farther apart and began to work in earnest on her gushing cunt. For it was time to answer her begging clit. Moving her left hand down to her crotch, she spread her cunt-lips open with two fingers and placed her right index finger directly on the shaft of her throbbing clit.

The first marvelous touch of her clit made Kim gasp. She rubbed gently up and down, pressing the shaft of her clit as she jerked the silky skin that shielded it. Ohhhh, how good it felt! Needles of hot pleasure encompassed her body. She kept her index-finger vibrating her clit as she slowly pushed one, two, three fingers into her slopping wet cunt-hole.

Her legs spread, her neck bent forward to watch herself, Kim transfixed her eyes on her crotch and the shining pinkness of her hairy cunt, her fingers pumping in and out of its hole. She was diddling herself into a frenzy.

"Ahhhhh!" she grunted out her orgasm, throwing her back hard against the stall's wall, shuddering in absolute ecstasy.

Then a knock came to the stall's door and a voice asking, "Is this stall occupied?"

Kim smiled and muttered, "Boy, is it occupied!"

It was a little past eleven in the evening when Kim and Steve Parker returned from a movie. Kim was bored by the oh-so-chic foreign film, though Steve seemed to have enjoyed it. Well, no accounting for tastes.

They were barely inside her apartment when Kim turned to Steve and said, "Would you like to fuck me?"

"You know I would!" Steve gulped.

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's do it!"

Steve muttered something inaudible as Kim moved toward him, her hand reaching for the bulge in his pants.

"Ah, this feels like it's ready and eager for a little action." She stroked the cock-shaft through his pants, pinching its cock-head. "Bring that out! Give it some air!"

Steve kept his eyes on Kim's large tits as he fumbled with his belt buckle. Kim was a dream come true. He had been dreaming of her since she first arrived at New Frontiers, some four weeks before. And now… and now she wanted to see his cock. Damn!

Kim waited, smiling, eyeing his crotch, waiting to see his massive cock. Steve Parker was cute and sexy. He was her first choice to fuck and suck. Now she shivered in anticipation of her first look at his brawny cock.

Finally Steve managed to get his belt unbuckled and his pants unzipped. She knelt before him and pushed his pants and shorts down over his thighs, past his knees, to his ankles. His large hard cock sprang forward, the swollen cock-head already dripping lubricating pre-cum.

"Ah, yes!" Kim moaned, her eyes sparkling as they surveyed his pulsating cock and bloated hairy balls. "Damn! You're hung like a horse! Oh, I love it!"

She ran the palm of her hand along the underside of his pulsating cock, soaking in the warmth of the cock-meat. She pulled the loose cock-skin over his cock-head, then pushed it back again, only to repeat the action. Then she ran her thumb over his dripping slit.

Gingerly holding his cock-shaft in her right hand, Kim brought her left hand to his heavily drooping balls and cupped them, running her fingers through the wrinkles of the sac.

"Jesus!" Steve groaned, his teeth clenched, his eyes narrowed as he watched the gorgeous creature fondle his cock-flesh. He drew in a sharp breath and held it as Kim dropped his balls and ran her hand around to caress the fine curves of his ass.

"I want it in my mouth," Kim moaned. "All of it. Would you like that?"

Steve grunted. "No more talk! Just do it! Do it now!"

Kim laughed at Steve's discomfort. She enjoyed being a tease. She knew she was acting somewhat like a wanton slut. But she didn't care. Hell, she thought, everyone in the secretarial pool had probably already sampled the enormous piece of cock-flesh she now held in her hand.

To tease him, she pointed his fat cock-head in different directions, pretending to study it. "Hmmmm, I like the shape of your cock-head. It's almost perfect! Except for…"