Robert Vickers - Spread Wide Secretary

Even better, she had a perfect view of everything going on. Her legs were spread wide. She saw his fierce red cock vanishing between her pink pussy lips. As his hard cock disappeared into her needy cunt, she felt the broad head of his prick pushing apart her cunt walls. The sight, the feel, those were a double turn on for her!

"Yessssss!" she hissed from between clenched teeth. "That's it. Let me have your rigid prick, all of it!"

He fucked her as hard as he could.

Watching in the mirror gave her as big a thrill as actually feeling his cock pistoning back and forth, fucking her with rutting strokes so totally different from his usual fucking. She had the mental stimulation that had been lacking before.

Her body sang a song of lust, of carnal joy. And the gorgeous blonde watched everything her husband was doing to her.

She saw herself lifting her hips off the bed to meet his inward stroke.

The way her churning cunt lips parted, splitting obscenely and sucking in his plum-tipped cock, made her breath come faster.

She watched her tits rising and falling. They bounced around like succulent jello on a plate. Her hard red nipples were like cherries just waiting to be popped into an eager mouth.

When he actually began sucking on her tits again, she was close to her orgasm. The wetness of his mouth all over her tits added to the feelings dammed up in her tender young body. The gentle sensations seeping down into her chest from his sucking mouth collided with the liquid fire she seemed to breathe.

But this was nothing compared to the wild fires it lit in her belly, in her churning cunt. The long rigid prick fucking her had finally brought out her deepest hidden desires.

The way his steel-hard cock stretched her virgin-tight cunt made her certain he would rip her apart all the way to the chin. He'd never fucked like this before. Maybe she should have gotten him mad at her before. She didn't care. He was really drilling his rigid prick into her, their crotches meeting with wet, slushy sounds every time he plunged into her cunt.

And she watched it all. She saw her ass tensing and rising off the bed to meet his thrust. The way his balls bounced around to slap wetly against her ass was almost worth everything.

"That's it, that's it!" she shrieked.

Her body thrashed around on the bed, pinioned by the throbbing spike of his cock up her churning cunt. The way his mouth moved relentlessly all over her tits told her he was nearing his own come. It wouldn't be long.

Veronica came with all the power of an avalanche smashing down a mountainside. She could barely focus her eyes on the mirror to watch his cock reaming her twat out. Then she closed her eyes.

"Aieeeee!" she wailed.

Her body tensed with the rigid muscle-lock of orgasm. It was the release, both emotional and physical, that she had craved so.

As she drifted down from her sexual high, Veronica felt her husband's cock bucking and dancing wildly inside her churning cunt. The warmth of his jism pushed her own desire back up the slope toward another climax.

Stan spent himself before she could get off again. He kept his spent prick inside her. Veronica felt his prick slowly shrinking as limp as a piece of cooked spaghetti. Still inside her wet, churning cunt, his cock might as well have been as thick as a spaghetti noodle.

Veronica realized how unsatisfied she actually was with her climax.

Something deep inside the gorgeous blonde told her it would have been better with Mr. Marshall.

Veronica was glad now that she'd taken the job at Acme Manufacturing.

Veronica decided she would work a full day, go home, then tell Stan that she had a job. Somehow, over breakfast, she just couldn't work up the nerve to come out and tell him what she'd done. She had too much to think over from the night before.

The fucking just hadn't been what she'd hoped it would be. The excitement she had felt when Mr. Marshall had raped her in his office hadn't carried through to the bedroom. Even after Stan had gotten mad at her for making him do all the absurd things like drag the bureau over next to the bed so she could watch in the middle of the fucking, the excitement levels for Veronica hadn't been anywhere near as intense as when Mr. Marshall had had his way with her.

She idly rubbed the spots on her wrists where he'd tied her. The lovely blonde woman looked up at the tall brick front on the Acme building and wondered what would be in store for her today.

Already, her cunt ran with its thick lubricants as she thought of all the things that might happen. She couldn't wait.

Hurrying to the building, she went directly to Mr. Marshall's office.

His secretary idly pecked away at the typewriter, hardly noticing what was going on. Veronica wondered if Mr. Marshall fucked his secretary the same way he'd fucked her yesterday.

"Hi," the secretary said, her voice tired and her eyelids drooping half-closed. "What can I do for you? Oh, you're the new hire. The one Mr. Marshall hired yesterday, right?"

"Right," said Veronica brightly. "Do I work here?"

"Here? No, whatever gave you that idea? You're in purchasing. You work with Mr. Bennet. And you'd better get down there. He's hell on wheels for efficiency. He'll get madder'n hell if you don't show up for work on time the very first day."

"But, Mr. Marshall…" Veronica realized she hadn't been thinking straight yesterday. Of course Mr. Marshall had said she'd be working in another department. Karl Bennet was her boss, he'd said yesterday. She felt something deflate inside her. "I guess I'd better find Mr.

Bennet's office."

"Down the hall and to the left. Last office on the right," the secretary said, as she began typing again. Veronica wondered about her typing speed. It hardly seemed good enough to keep up with the flow of applications through the office.

Or did Mr. Marshall mind? He certainly had his own selection methods for hiring. Her hand involuntarily rubbed over her cunt as she remembered the feel of his cock inside her trembling pussy, fucking her as she lay helpless on his sofa.

"Are you the new girl?" came a gruff voice.

She turned and saw a handsome man striding purposefully along the hallway.

"I guess so. I'm looking for Mr. Bennet's office. I'm his new secretary."

"No, you're not."

"What?"

I'm Karl Bennet and I have a secretary. You're just filling in for a while to help out with the work load. You'll end up shifting from department to department, as needed."

"That's not what Mr. Marshall said," Veronica flared indignantly.

Bennet stopped dead in the hallway. "Okay, lady, into my office. I shouldn't have to have these conversations, but I always do with the new help."

He held the door open for her. The lovely blonde woman walked into the spacious, well-furnished office, conscious of the man's eyes on her.

She felt a little weak in the knees. Was he like Mr. Marshall? She doubted it. There was more of the take-charge air about Karl Bennet than even the personnel manager.

Bennet might be even better.

"That scum-sucker Marshall hires broads without any skill because they put out for him. Hell, I know what goes on in his office. Everyone does. I have to admit you're good looking. Better than the slugs he normally hires."

The insults – and odd compliments – made Veronica feel even weaker. She sat down on one of the straight-backed chairs in front of Bennet's desk.

"I want the job. It… it was the only way to get it," she said, suddenly aware she wanted to explain everything to Karl Bennet. He seemed so dominant, so in charge. "I normally don't do things like that, but I had to."

"You all have to," he snapped. "Hell, look at you. A slut. You're dressed like a cheap whore."