Brad Harris - After hours secretary

"Mr. Timms," she told him as they were finishing the meal, "I can handle this work alone. If you'd prefer to go home to your family, I certainly would understand."

"What family?" he asked, looking at her strangely.

"Your wife and children," she explained. Somehow she had just assumed that he had a family. Mr. Timms seemed that type. It was impossible to think of him without imagining him very married.

"I've been a widower for almost five years," he told her. "My wife and child were killed in an automobile accident."

"I'm sorry!" Ginny gasped. "I didn't know."

He accepted her apology, then talked with her about his life. He was a very lonely man, the blonde realized. Worldwide Properties was his whole world now. He had thought at times of looking for another woman, but never got around to it. Perhaps, she felt, he was afraid of experiencing all that hurt again. She looked at him tenderly, feeling an urge to cuddle his face against her tits. She asked him if he didn't feel the physical need of a woman sometimes. He hung his head for a moment, then looked up at her.

"Sometimes," he confessed, "I just ache to have a woman touch me."

Ginny reached out her hand and placed it on his. She stroked gently along his fingers. Then she got up and walked around her desk. She smiled as she stepped into his arms. She returned his kiss passionately, pressing her luscious body tightly against him. His cock began to throb against her. She drew her knee up between his thighs and pressed upward into the hardening prick. As his hands slowly gathered the courage to caress her tits, she pulled her face away. Her eyes glowed with a misty light as she smiled at him.

"There's a couch in the rest room," she suggested. "On Sunday night, I don't think we'd be interrupted."

He looked at her with disbelief in his eyes. He hesitated, as though unable to comprehend what she was offering him. He wanted her, though. The blonde had no doubt of that. Poor man! Five years without any pussy could destroy him. She needed to take care of his overdue needs. Ginny laughed lightly and took his hand. She pulled him behind her as she made her way past the other desks. She took him into the rest room, then turned toward him.

"Don't be afraid of me," she assured him. "There won't be any complications. I'm not going to get all hung up on you after one good fuck."

She slowly began unbuttoning her blouse. Mr. Timms watched her remove her blouse and skirt.

As she slipped her panty-hose down her legs he began removing his own clothes. She waited in bra and panties until he was naked, then made a great show of removing the final garments. His eyes looked eagerly at her luscious, young body. He moistened his lips nervously, then joined her as she sat down on the soft couch.

She was so lovely, Gaylord Timms felt. She was the softest, sweetest girl he had ever imagined. Ever since she came to work for him he had dreamed of how it might be to fuck her. He had watched her walk around the office. He had drooled at the way her tits thrust against her tight sweaters and blouses. He had trembled at the thought of getting his hands on those tits. His cocks tingled every time her saucy ass swung past his door. Damn! She was gorgeous! She was beautiful! Now she was going to fuck him!

"So lovely," he sighed as he began caressing her tits. "So beautiful!"

Ginny reached for his cock and began to fondle it into pulsing excitement. She pumped his shaft and fingered his balls. She traced the outline of his male nipples with a fingertip while he began to feel her pussy.

"Mmmmm," she sighed. "Ooooo, that feels good. Mmmmmmm!"

The adoration in his eyes, the reverence in his touch, sent chills of pleasure through her body. To Mr. Timms she wasn't just an available piece of pussy. To him she was a Goddess. She was his beautiful, young princess. This was the kind of fuck she needed. She leaned back as his face came over hers. She parted her lips for his kiss and glowed as his tongue came into her mouth and ran passionately about. She quivered as he sucked deeply, lovingly on her breath. She tingled as he caressed her clit into shimmering ecstasy. She trembled as he thumbed her nipples into hard, tight buttons of passion.

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned happily. "Love me, Mr. Timms. Love me! Mmmmmm!"

It didn't seem strange at all to call him "mister" as he prepared to fuck her. That's who he was to her. That's how he would remain to her. He was her boss. He was also a man with a terrible need. Wasn't that part of a good employee's job? Wasn't she supposed to keep her boss healthy and happy?

"Sweetheart!" he panted as he laid her across the couch. "What a beautiful little sweetheart!"

He came over her. He smiled adoringly at her as he got between her thighs and placed his cock gently at the lips of her cunt. He stroked along her hips and thighs as he shoved gently into her. He held his prick in careful check, stopping just inside her pussy and flipping his cockhead back and forth over her clit. His hand came back to her tits, cuddling them and caressing them while they swelled even more ripe and full.

"So much woman!" he gasped. "Sooooo much lovely woman! Ohhhh, baby! What you do to a lonely old man!"

"I want to," she assured him. "I want to show you how important you are to all of us. I want to please you. I want to make you happy."

He smiled softly and affectionately at her as he began thrusting his cock deeper into her well-oiled cunt. He fucked her slowly and deliberately. His rod splashed through the gushing lubricants that filled her pussy. He pulled her against his chest, rubbing her tits lusciously as he weaved his body above on her. His cock began to weave, too. He did amazing things with his tool. He worked it in her cunt until he had her shaking with fiery spasms. Her pussy sucked at his cock, struggling to draw his charge from him.

"Ooooeeee!" Ginny moaned in passion. "Oooooeeeee! That's fantastic! Oooooo, keep it up! Fuck me! Ooooeee, fuck me!"

She wrapped her legs around his waist and began humping herself along his cock. She writhed, thrusting her swollen tits upward against him. She tried to get their nipples to touch and brush together. She rolled her ass about to match the way he fucked her.

"That's beautiful!" she cried out. "Beautiful! Beautiful! What a gorgeous fuck! Mmmmmmm!"

His lips came back over her mouth. He sucked deeply, powerfully on her breath. The blonde felt like he was inhaling her being. He was trying to suck her reality into himself through that long, passionate kiss. She shivered in surging delight. She humped faster along his prick. Her pussy began to shudder with sparkling passion. Ginny throbbed with the rise of her orgasm.

She knew it was close upon her. She couldn't hold back much longer. She was going crazy from the way he fucked her. The young woman broke her mouth free of his kiss so she could plead with him.

"Fuck me!" she begged. "Let it fill me! Let your cum fill my pussy! Oooooo, Mr. Timms, I'm coming! Oooooooo!"

The room began to spin around her. Blazing lights seemed to be flashing about her. Her orgasm shook her, pinned her to the couch, then sent her into shuddering ecstasy. She gasped as the explosions went off throughout her body. Her pussy felt like it was dancing. Her tits felt like they were as large as basketballs. She soared off in her orgy of delight.

Mr. Timms kept fucking her. He held back his own orgasm. He let her ride out her passion, then slowly brought her back to a peak of desire. This time she knew he would share the rapture with her. As her pussy began to glow with a second climax, she felt his cock start to pound harder than ever. His throbs shook her cunt into pulsing, glowing beauty. She was beginning to scream her ecstasy when his cum hit her. Five year's of pent-up cum came boiling into her. She had never experienced such an eruption from a man. He fucked and rolled them about, his cock shooting and shooting.