Frank Masters - Sharing the secretary

Going out of her mind with the sexual action going on in the office, the big-titted woman unhooked from the pretty prick and got upon top of him. Bracing her hands on his chest, the slick-cunted secretary slowly lowered her tight pink pussy down over his erect cock-shaft. He was already slimy with her juices. With the tip of his nicely jerking prick centered in her nuzzling pussy-lips, she just relaxed and fell down all around his meaty prick.

"Oooh, Gail!" he groaned as he felt the sweet woman's voluptuous body trembling with great excitement.

Reaching up, David cupped Gail's tits. He pinched a nipple between each forefinger and thumb, rolling the luscious buds until she was groaning and writhing over his impaling cock.

Gail slipped her finger into her mouth and then reached for her own clit. She needed a quick come to settle her nerves. She gave herself a few quick fucks with her fingertips, happy to see that David was in position for her to come. He had his hands tightly gripping her big tits, both of her nipples trapped between sharp fingernails. As her chest flushed and she began panting, he pinched down cruelly right over her sensitive swollen buds.

Gail came like a house on fire, creaming down over his deeply filling prick as she rode over the peak of her climax. His hands relaxed, gently stroking her aching tits as she came down. As she opened her eyes, she saw that his passion matched hers, but he was willing for her to lead him through their first time together. The big-titted secretary was happy to take charge. She grinned naughtily down to the younger man, knowing that she looked sexily wicked in her garter belt and stockings.

"That's enough playing around," she growled. "Let's fuck!"

Franklin Holt wasn't having a very good time. He had taken off work for the first time in years for more than a long weekend. The trip that his wife had insisted on taking turned out terrible. That resort down in the Caribbean was just like the advertisements, except that the ads didn't mention that the beaches around the resort were topless. His wife was shocked. Frank didn't want her knowing it, but he found himself more sexually excited than he had been in years. The problem was, he was having a problem hiding his excitement when those pretty young girls would walk by with nothing covering their tits.

His wife had turned every day of that vacation into a hell for Franklin. He was never so glad to spend the extra money as he was when she insisted on coming home three days early. To escape, he said he had to check out a few things at his little company. Actually, he had nothing all that important, but he didn't want to sit around the house and listen to his wife complaining about the fact that he had looked at that one girl with the big set of tits any longer. He had heard the same whining voice for days.

Arriving at the plant, the owner was surprised to see so many cars still in the parking lot. This shift only had security and a couple of cleaning employees on it. This many people shouldn't still be here.

"Evening, Mr. Holt," the security guard said as the older man pulled up in his sporty car.

"George," Franklin said.

"I didn't know that you were coming in for the big meeting," said the guard as he opened the gate for his boss.

"Meeting?"

"Yes," the security man said, busy with unlocking the padlock on the gate. "I did just what Miss Worth said you ordered. No one allowed in to disturb the meeting. No exceptions."

"Did she say that I ordered that?" he asked. "Yes, sir," the guard answered, not catching the amazement in the man's voice. "She's been handling things for you real good, Mr. Holt. Such a pretty little thing, but she really took charge."

"Thank you," Franklin said, confused by what he had just heard. "I'll go in for a while, George. To the meeting."

"Yes, sir," George laughed as he waved the owner through. "I'm sure that when she said no one could come in, Miss Worth didn't mean for that to include you."

"Maybe I can surprise her," he said. "I wasn't expected back this soon from my vacation. Don't call up, George. Let me just walk in on the meeting."

"Anything you say," the uniformed man said.

"Oh, George," Mr. Holt said. "My keys are up in the office. Let me have your master key for a few minutes."

Franklin Holt hadn't called any meetings for this evening. He had no idea of what could be going on. This was his company, he thought as he parked in his personal parking spot. A man would think that he should know what the hell was happening in his own company.

He entered the building and started down the hall to his private office. The door to the outer rooms was locked, but the key he got from the guard unlocked it quickly. He heard music and voices as he opened the door. Following the sounds, he tracked them back to his private office. As he pressed his ear to the door, he could make out the familiar sound-track from one of his video tapes. He should recognize it. He had jacked off to that fuck-fuck enough times in the past.

The sounds he heard were no longer foreign. It was the sound of more than one couple fucking, and in his office. Wanting to make sure before he burst in and stopped the disgusting scene, the man tiptoed through his secretary's office to the little window in the door between their rooms. Pushing it up carefully, the panting man made enough room to put his eye up to the crack and see what was happening.

"God!" he gasped as he looked through the gap.

What he saw was even more disgusting than he had feared. At first, he couldn't make out who it was, but then she turned her face. Miss Worth, his loyal secretary, was sitting on top of some young stud. She was almost naked. As her body turned, he caught sight of her, luscious tits bouncing as she fucked on top of that young man.

He knew that he should barge in and stop this filth, but something stopped him. During almost a week at the topless resort, he hadn't seen a set of tits anywhere near as nice as the ones on his awn secretary. He had no idea that she was built like this. He scooted closer, wanting to get a better look at what she was doing when he saw another movement a few feet from where Gail was wiggling her beautiful young body. There were more people in his office.

In the middle of three men, Mr. Holt saw the secretary to his plant manager. She was on her hands and knees. The young man in front, of her was cramming his hard cock into her mouth. To his amazement, the other two were both fucking the cute little blonde girl. From the moans of delight, she was having the time of her life.

Franklin Holt shivered as he looked back at his own secretary. He tried to convince himself that he was shivering because of the filthy things he was seeing these women do, but that wasn't totally true. He had been horny for the first time in a long time on those islands, but his wife had refused to do anything with him. He hadn't been fucked in so long that he thought he had forgotten how. His only sex release had been jacking off to his collection of movies at work.

Right now, he could feel a hard-on pawing in his pants as he watched the beautiful body of his secretary humping up and down over that lucky young man's cock.

"Make me come, baby!" moaned the big-titted woman in the sexy garter belt and stockings as she rocked up and down on David's lovely hard cock. "Fuck me nice, Davy! I'm almost there! I'm gonna make it! God, I'm gonna make it nice!"

Hearing those words coming from his usually reserved secretary was doing nothing to make his growing cock go back down. Franklin felt his balls swelling as his cock stiffened in his pants. He couldn't take his eyes off that lewd sight. Gail's big swaying tits were brushing over the man's face as she leaned forward and started going wild with her hips. She was fucking faster, using her entire body to fuck the young stud in a way that Mr. Holt had never been fucked in his life.