Frank Masters - Sharing the secretary

Gail Worth pulled the parking ticket from her purse as she pulled up to the gate. She had just dropped her boss, Mr. Holt, off at the airport. The cranky man was taking his first vacation since Gail had started working as his secretary. She had been with the small plastic molding company for over two years. Last month, she had been promoted to office manager. This was her big test. Mr. Holt was going to be gone for two weeks, and she was supposed to run the office during his vacation.

She drove back to the office, her mind abuzz as she thought about what she was going to do for the next few days. After three hours of sitting around at her desk, the pretty woman realized that most of her work had been taking care of Mr. Holt's personal needs. The work he did in a day, she finished in twenty minutes. She didn't have all that many decisions to make about the plant. With a sales manager and a plant manager working the same shift as she did, Gail found herself quickly getting restless.

Stretching, the secretary walked back into the empty office of the man she worked for Gail was bored. She unbuttoned the jacket covering her surprisingly large tits. Under the prim, working woman's outfit, Gail was a stunningly built girl, although no man saw her luscious body. She had been divorced for two years now, and she still hadn't started dating any other men. She was too afraid that the new guy would find her sexual needs to be too strong, just like her ex-husband.

Taking the key ring that Mr. Holt had given her at the airport, the pretty secretary was planning to put it away as he had asked. The older man had forgotten about the ring of keys until he was just about to board the plane. He had seemed a little nervous about letting Gail have them. As she looked at the row of keys, she wondered why he had acted like that. Let's find out, she thought to herself.

It only took three tries before Gail found something she had never dreamed was in the office. A VCR and a small TV were locked in a drawer behind his desk. Turning on the set and the VCR, Gail played the tape that was already in the machine.

On the screen, a young woman was slowly and enticingly licking around the rock-hard cock of an older man. The tape was a fuck-fuck. Right in the office. That was why Mr. Holt locked himself in the office so often.

Watching the hot action, Gail felt her body warming under the heavy clothing that she had to wear for her job. She tossed the jacket to one side, sitting in Mr. Holt's chair as she watched the fuck-fuck.

Gail had been in a growing horny state for the last few months. She had about worn out her vibrator. As the lovely brown-haired woman sat in the chair, she felt the nipples hardening on the tips of her big soft tits. Her hands ran up to the mammoth mounds, cupping and squeezing as she watched the nice slow blowjob going on in front of her.

Tweaking her own nipples, the pretty brunette secretary thought about how much she had missed the feel of a man's cock. She had married very young. Too young. Her husband was the only man who had ever fucked the well-built woman. Since her first day as a divorced woman, she had taken to dressing like this so no man would hit on her. Sensations shot through her voluptuous body as Gail felt her nipples growing against her fingertips. Lately, she had been wondering what another man's cock would feel like up in her tight pussy. Still only in her twenties, the panting secretary really missed getting fucked.

Gail's green eyes were locked on the screen. She took in a ragged breath, feeling her cunt beginning to grow damp inside. God, she thought. Not now. She tried to push the naughty thoughts from her mind. It didn't work. Her right hand slipped down to the junction between her open legs, feeling the damp heat, even through her panties and skirt. When her hand slipped under the thick material and cupped her furry pussy through her thin panties, she felt it twitching.

Acting as if her hands were moving all on their own, Gail slowly tugged off the pair of frilly panties. She opened her legs, spreading them as she hooked a thigh over each of the arms on the chair behind Mr. Holt's big desk. She was so hot. As her fingers parted the hairy cunt-lips, she felt the oozing wetness seeping up over her hands. One finger slipped into the swampy depths of her cunt, picking up the slippery juices that were pooling up just inside her tight pussy. She slid up higher, touching her throbbing clit. That one bump of her finger brought a hissing groan from the big-titted secretary. She squealed again as she found the tip of her hard clit once more.

The light touch of her finger moving up and down over her hard, slick little clit soon had the sex-starved secretary shivering with excitement. She was panting and moaning as her entire body reacted to the sight of the couple on the TV. The horny woman fluttered her finger as she scooted down in the chair. Her velvet-lined fuckhole was seeping a slippery flow of juices that were growing hotter and wetter as her arousal increased. Gail pressed her palm flat against her humping mound of brown-colored kinky hair, her middle finger buried all the way in her squirming pussy.

As that naughty finger eased all the way into her slick fuck-tunnel, Gail's other hand was moving up to her tits. She slowly unbuttoned the row of fasteners on her frilly blouse. Under it, she had on a push-up bra that was overflowing with creamy white flesh. One quick flip, and the mountains of aching tit-flesh spilled out like the purest snow in a spring avalanche. She massaged her naked tits, squeezing and twisting over the hard, dark nipples as she plunged her stiffened middle finger straight up into her hot cunt. Pinching down hard, she imagined that a man was doing the fondling as she closed her pretty green eyes.

The big-titted secretary swirled her imbedded middle finger inside her cunt-hole as she penetrated even deeper. She twisted, screwing her single digit in and out, feeling the silky pressure of her tight pussy squeezing down on it. The creamy depths of her hot fuck-hole hugged that single finger, sucking at it as she pulled it out ever so slowly. Her tight pussy didn't want to let it go.

Standing for a quick second, Gail hiked her skirt up over her hips. She wasn't worried about it wrinkling, but her blouse was a different story. She slipped the frilly thing off, folding it carefully and putting it behind the desk. She shrugged her shoulders, letting her bra fall to the floor beside her panties. Taking the jacket, she slipped it over her half-naked body. If someone walked in, all she had to do was to button two buttons, and no one would know that she had been doing such a naughty thing as finger-fucking herself.

Slipping a second finger up into her cunt-hole, the brunette woman felt her cunt canal opening like the petals of a flower. She fucked herself deeper and faster, the pounding of blood in her temples showing her just how hot she was getting.

She needed both hands now. Removing the hand from her aching tits, the big-titted secretary held her cunt-lips apart. She found the bud of her clit as it stuck out from the sheath that usually hid it. The hot fuck-oils coating her fingertip made it so slick and slippery and wild feeling. Her toes curled up as she kicked off her shoes. Frantic little electric shocks ran up through her belly.

Getting herself off was getting to be a regular routine for Gail. She opened her eyes again, watching as another couple had taken over. She groaned, knowing that she had missed out on the cum-shot. This new couple was fucking, the camera close enough for her to see everything that was happening as the huge cock rammed in and out in a doggy-style position. From the look on the girl's face, she was loving it. Gail wanted to feel those thrills again. She was tired of finger-fucking herself. The big-titted secretary wanted to feel a cock inside her instead of her fingers and that damn lifeless vibrator.