Barbara Skinner - Lust is a many splendored thing

"Mr. Harvey?" Amy's youthful voice caressed, and he looked up to see the secretarial substitute standing before his desk. He stared at her blankly for a moment. Her big, violet eyes sparkled beneath the burnished gold furrings of her eyebrows, and her full lips curled at the corners in a smile that dimpled her innocent looking face. "Do you want these letters in triplicate?" she asked, and he looked down at the sheet of paper she held.

She frowned with a slightly hurt pout to her mouth. He had not noticed that she wore no bra beneath her cashmere sweater, which contoured to the wide mounds of her blossoming tits and outlined the cratered pegs of her nipples.

"Yes, in triplicate," he nodded absently, and handed her the letter.

She took it, and moved to the door before glancing back. She wondered if he was not feeling well. The door closed behind her, and he again tried to work, but the phone rang. He lifted the receiver.

"Ben?" a sultry voice asked. "This is Carla Rome."

"Yes, what can I do for you?" he asked with sudden alertness, and he vividly recalled the talents of her mouth and her ass.

"Are you alone?" she asked.

"Yes," he said with curiosity.

"Will you be interrupted in the next… oh, fifteen minutes?"

"No, I don't think so," he said.

"Very good. Unzip your pants, and take your cock out," she directed as simply as if she were giving the first step of a recipe.

"All right," he said uncertainly after a moment, and glanced toward the office door. His desk blocked any view of his crotch, and he felt his prick stiffening as he opened his fly.

"Now, take your cock out," she said, and he worked it free with a bit of difficulty because of its hardening. "And your balls too. If you need to, unsnap your pants to do it, and then refasten them," she said, and in a moment his erect cock and his balls were exposed.

"Okay," he said, and felt feverish as he looked down at the projection of his cock and sac surrounded by his otherwise clothed body.

"Are you hard?" she asked, and he felt drugged by the sound of her voice, and by what she was having him do.

"Yes," he said with a tight voice.

"Do you have an aspirin bottle, or something along that line in your desk?"

"Yes," he answered, and he found that his confusion made it all the harder for him to think.

"Take it out, open it, and empty the contents into a drawer," she instructed, "and then place the emptied bottle before you on your desk."

"All right," he said after doing it.

"Now, place the center of your right palm along the right side of your shaft," she told him, and he did it. "Curl your fingers around till your fingertips are against the center of the left side. Place your thumb along the top with its tip against the rim of your head," she added, and he found himself doing it without being able to consider it.

"Tighten your hand, and loosen it, while pushing up with your thumb as your fingers pull down. Don't stroke, just tighten and loosen, push and pull until I tell you to stop," she instructed.

Leaning back in his chair, he did as she told him, and his eyes began to close. Working the thick meat of his rod filled it with a deep throbbing. His breathing deepened against the mouthpiece of the phone, and he realized that she was still there listening. The thought caused his heart to beat even faster. He looked toward the door and wondered what he would do if Amy or someone else should come in on him.

He was not sure how much time had passed. His mind was clouded with arousal, his breathing ragged, and his mouth dry. His forehead lined at the waves of heat moving through him.

"Now, begin to slowly stroke as you continue the movements," she told him.

The tight flesh over his engorged column pulled up and down around his swollen rod, and his other hand gripped the receiver tightly. His ass pushed back against the seat of his chair, and his heels dug into the carpet. Heat seared through his loins.

"Mr. Harvey?" Amy's voice asked, and he opened his eyes as his hand stopped in mid-motion. The girl stood in the opened doorway of his office.

"Did someone come in on you?" Carla's voice inquired with a note of amusement.

"Yes," he said tightly, and lowered his eyes from Amy.

"Female? Attractive to you?"

"Yes."

"Keep her there," Carla told him, and there was a firmness in her voice. "Start beating your meat again, but just move your hand from the wrist-that should keep it unnoticed."

"What do you need, Amy?" he asked after a moment. He did not know what else to do, and his hand began to push and pull the flesh of his cock again.

"Are you feeling all right?" Amy asked with concern as she noted the dazed look of his eyes, his pale face, and the trance of perspiration at his forehead.

"Fine," he managed through his constricted throat as his cock pounded raptures through his body and into his brain.

"I wondered if you, uh, wanted me to do those reports before the rest of the letters," she said uneasily, "but since you're on the phone…"

"The person on the other end is… off the line for the moment," he answered.

"Look at her mouth," Carla's voice told him, "and remember how it felt yesterday when I gave you head. Remember how the lips felt against your head and shaft, and think about how your hand is making you feel. Now, think about how her mouth would feel around your prick, how her lips and tongue would feel," she continued, and his eyes were fixed on Amy's mouth.

Amy had a slightly wide, girlish mouth. The upper lip was fuller to the center, and curved out and up from its juncture with her lower lip. Her lower lip was full, and her mouth seemed softly pursed for a kiss above the long shallow separating it from her chin. He recalled having seen her lick her lips, and remembered that her tongue was a light pink, and that it was long with a pointed tip. Her lips separated and moved, and he looked at her white teeth for a moment before realizing that she was talking.

"Which do you want me to do first?" was what she had asked, he realized after a moment of backtracking.

"Uh, the reports," he said hoarsely as he consciously willed himself to speak. "But…"

"Keep her there," Carla's voice said with command. "Find an excuse to have her bend over," she added. "But keep thinking what it would be like to have your prick in that mouth, to be coming in it, and to see her swallowing your spunk down."

"Would you-uh, check to see if the zoning charts are in the file cabinet there," he said after a moment's desperate search, and he nodded to the cabinet to the side of the door.

"Of course," Amy smiled, and he could almost see her mouth encircling his pulsating tool.

Amy had wondered about him virtually ignoring her before, and she now was pleased that he was paying such rapt attention to her. As she turned her back to him, she smiled at the idea that his strained breathing might be over her. She leaned forward from the waist to open the bottom drawer of the cabinet, and was glad that she had worn a short skirt today.

"Is she bending over? Her side to you, or her fanny?" Carla asked.

"Back," he said in almost a gasp.

"Don't come yet," Carla's voice said sternly, and he nodded without realizing it. "Look at her legs, and remember mine yesterday," she said after a moment. "Move your eyes upward to where her ass is, and remember mine. Now, think of hers naked, and recall how it felt to have your prod up mine."

His flesh buzzed with a static electricity as he moved his eyes up Amy's girlishly shapely legs; they were long, and he followed her tapered thighs toward the hem of the skirt that was raised high by her posture. At the apex of her legs he could see a dot of pink, and he realized it was the lowest portion of her panties. The jersey of her hiked up skirt molded to the pert, rounded domes of her ass. He swallowed hard as he remembered the controlled push and pull of Carla's rectum, and through his blurred eyes he could almost see Amy's anus bared to his cock's mind-boggling throbbing.