Robert Vickers - Spread Wide Secretary

Even in her half-dazed condition from the sudden intrusion of his rigid prick into her juicy cunt, Veronica knew that what he had said was a lie. Her cunt was deeper than his cock was long. She could wear out any man and still want more cock. She had done it often enough. At a college fraternity party Veronica had pulled a train six jocks long.

And by the time she had finished off number six, she'd wanted more.

She didn't think Bennet would be able to match the performance of six football players. But Veronica hoped she was wrong. She didn't like the idea of trading her body for a good job, but, if she had to, she wanted that cocksucking son of a bitch to give her the best fucking possible.

"More!" she begged. "Give me more, lots more cock!"

He grabbed her slender wrists and forced them behind her. He held them tightly and shoved her down until her back was almost a circular arch.

He drove his cock mercilessly into her lewdly exposed cunt. He fucked with long, powerful strokes that lit the fires of passion in her belly.

Every light touch of his cockhead against her trembling pussy walls pushed her arousal up another notch. When she started tensing and relaxing her trembling pussy walls around his cock, she got the first real reaction from the man. He gasped and his cock began to dance and jerk around in the hot, erotically tight sheath of her cunt.

"Want more, big boy?" she whispered hotly. "I'm the one who can give it to you!"

She tried grinding her snatch down against his crotch. That didn't work too well since he held her so firmly in place. But she tried, and the effort was successful enough to make him groan out loud.

She felt the progress of his jism all the way down his long cock. The shaft swelled up as soon as the jism passed. When it erupted into her hollow, drooling cunt, Veronica was ready for it. The hot spurts of his creamy load filled her cunt to overflowing. All the while he was fucking her, his rigid prick fountained out his manseed.

By the time his prick went limp in her hot cunt, she was panting and desiring more. But it wouldn't happen. Veronica had already exhausted his cock and she hadn't gotten off.

Veronica had reached the point where just a little stroking or sucking on her clit would do it, but she didn't think Bennet was the type to engage in such things. He would openly sneer at eating her out after he had already spent in her trembling pussy. Karl Bennet would think there was something unmanly about eating a cunt filled with his own come.

Maybe he was right. Veronica didn't know. All she cared about was the feelings in her loins. She had gotten off. She had received the fucking her own husband couldn't provide.

Veronica knew she wasn't frigid then. It was her marriage. It was Stan.

She was still as responsive a woman as she had ever been – but it had to be with the right man, the right-sized cock driving hard into her tightly clinging, trembling pussy.

"Frig me," she begged. "Finger my clit and get me off! Please!"

"You're out of your mind," said Bennet. "This is an office. And we have work to do. Get that fine, lily-white ass of yours off my desk and get to work. Mary Ellen will tell you what you need to know."

She stared at the love stain on his desktop and knew that she'd really gotten off. Her frothy cunt had overflowed because he had repeatedly plugged her trembling pussy full of thick jism. But Veronica had learned.

She was okay. It was Stan's fault that the life had gone out of their fucking, that she wasn't responding like she had before. She had only been working at Acme Manufacturing for an hour and already she'd found two men – Mr. Marshall and Karl Bennet – who could make her feel like a real woman again.

Happily, Veronica went off to find Mary Ellen, her cunt warm and stated. For the moment.

Veronica worked diligently at her new job, tending to the files and typing up dull business letters as they came across her desk. She'd done well in high school in her typing class. In fact, except for PE, that was about all she'd done really well in. Now that minor skill was paying off for her.

She felt more alive than ever before. She wasn't sure if it was the fact that she'd actually escaped her bonds at home and flown out into the real world or if it was the excitingly sexual attention she got from men like Mr. Marshall and Karl Bennet.

It might have been both.

But thinking about them made her cunt churn and boil with need. She knew she couldn't sit much longer in the hard chair, typing, alphabetizing, doing all the humdrum jobs Mary Ellen had tossed her way. Veronica was going to have to have more of Bennet's wondrously hard, stimulating cock. Lots more. And soon.

She sat back after finishing off a letter about ordering another five thousand flanges. She hadn't the slightest idea what she'd just written, but she knew it was a faithful copy of what Karl Bennet had asked her to do. Still, the letter presented the opportunity for her to take it in to him and ask for approval before sending it out.

She smiled. Remembering how he had greeted her to this job only a few hours ago told her that his praise might be even better. She was getting wet in the pussy just thinking about it.

"Off to the boss," she said to herself. She turned to tell Mary Ellen, but the other, dark-haired secretary had vanished. Her desk was still piled high with file folders and other mountains of paperwork. Veronica frowned a little. Mary Ellen seemed so dull, so attentive to her work.

It didn't seem likely she'd just wander off with so much work to be done.

Yet she had.

Veronica took the single sheet she'd finished typing and walked to Mr.

Bennet's closed office door. She started to knock and go in when she heard telltale moans from inside.

Veronica hesitated. She knew instantly where Mary Ellen was. And what the "conference" was all about in Bennet's office. She should have nodded and said "to hell with it" and gone back to her desk to finish her own work. She should have. But the idea of actually seeing what was happening inside turned her on more than she cared to admit. Veronica had to peek.

Just a little.

The door opened a crack and Veronica peered in. What she saw made her gasp. Her breath held in till her lungs overinflated and were ready to explode. She had gotten quite an eyeful of the hot and heavy action.

Karl Bennet and his secretary Mary Ellen were getting it on. Veronica had wondered what kind of lover her boss really was. This morning she'd been turned on by the thought of what Mr. Marshall had done to her. She had been ready for any advance Bennet might make. And she had responded. Now she had the chance to watch how good a fucker he actually was. Karl Bennet was about seven years older than she was and he didn't seem to lack for secretaries. But none of those girls would ever confide in Veronica because she was Karl Bennet's temporary hire and might be in some other department next week. Veronica hated that.

She wanted to become part of the group around here as fast as she could so she'd feel that she really belonged.

Veronica wanted to find out how good a lover Karl was – and now she could, firsthand!

The young woman sneaked closer, hating herself for spying but loving the idea that the boring day was rapidly becoming less boring by the instant. When she came to the point of almost totally sticking her head into the office, she found she could peer in and see everything.

Mary Ellen brushed a strand of black hair away from her eyes and smiled lasciviously. Her eyes had a horny look – a look entirely for Karl Bennet. Veronica knew that look – she shared it herself. This woman obviously had the hots and wanted to fuck. The necking they'd been doing wasn't going to be enough for her.