Jeff Collins: Spread wide secretaries

There was a chorus of grumpy good mornings, and Norma slid into the front seat. She slid over until her taut thigh was against his.

Damn, Dennis thought, what a fuck she would be if she ever did decide to put out!

Traffic was sparse and they pulled into the Houston Cosmetics lot with five minutes to spare. Dennis was surprised when Norma lagged behind the others before entering the building.

Small talk amounted to the usual bullshit, until they reached the lobby. Then something told Dennis to try one last time. It was probably the crap he'd gone through that morning with his wife before leaving the house.

"Look, Norma, it's Christmas Eve. How about lunch with the boss today for a change?"

"Swell, Mr. Watson. The lobby at one?"

Dennis couldn't believe it. His whole day brightened.

"Clint, please!" moaned Candy Ferris. "How the hell do you get the gall to follow me into the women's john!"

"'Cause I wanna ball you, Candy," Clint grinned.

"I'm not that kind of girl!"

God, he thought, pushing her bra up to let her huge tits pop free. You dumb cunt. You've fucked the whole office except me!

It was true. Candy Ferris was known as the office punchboard. But Clint hadn't had her yet. He was on the road most of the time, and wouldn't have been in this week except for the office Christmas party.

"C'mon, Candy… that's why I asked you to come in early this morning. We could do it before anyone else got into the office!"

"But I thought you wanted those reports done."

"That, too. But I want you worse!"

His finger was under her panties and he knew she was weakening as he rubbed her wet, hard clit.

"I just don't do things like this in the office, Clint," the girl whined, spreading her legs a little and letting two of his fingers slide up in her. "Much less in the ladies' john!"

Bullshit, Clint thought, you've fucked on nearly every damn desk in the office and given a blow-job behind every filing cabinet!

Candy moved away, toward the wall of the stall, until she could lean against the toilet seat and let her cunt rock on his fingers.

She was ready.

God, he thought, all that body and beauty… and not ten cents worth of brains.

Her figure was voluptuous, svelte, gracefully flowing. Her hands played over her own body, caressing her big tits, cupping them, squeezing them until the nipples grew and hardened. Then her hands moved downward to her waist, teasing, stroking, and farther down… to join his hands at her cunt. She stroked her own cunt-mound as her hips ground back and forth in the movement of fucking. Her massaging fingers worked her skirt up and up, to reveal more and more of her beautiful legs and thighs.

"C'mon, Candy, baby," Clint pleaded. "You know how much I've been wantin' you…"

"Well… let's do it fast then!" she replied, suddenly flinging the skirt from her body. Her huge tits swayed beneath a gauzy layer of cloth. Her movements were wild now, her pelvis working faster and faster in the fucking motion.

The blouse she wore had a thin row of buttons down the front. Clint had yanked it open and ripped upward on her bra. He swayed forward, his fingers shaking like a steamy adolescentХs as he worked her nipples.

Suddenly, all the buttons were undone and her blouse fell off. Her tits pushed upward in two great, white globes. In comparison to the rest of her body, they were so large as to seem almost grotesque!

Clint dropped his pants and shorts to his ankles. He hobbled around until he could flop his ass down on the stool.

"Sit on it, baby!" he rasped.

Candy's cunt came down over his cock like a buttery globe, and Clint immediately saw and felt why she was the most popular pussy in the office.

In less than five thrusts, Candy was on the edge of an orgasm. She bit her lip to keep from screaming. She didn't want to come, not yet.

"God, you comin' already?" Clint gasped.

"Yeah, but I'm tryin' to make it last," she moaned.

She tightened up all of her muscles, but that only intensified the hot, all-consuming vibrations that were beginning to reverberate like a bell deep in the pit of her stomach.

Clint felt the change in her body, felt the sudden heating up of her wetly clasping cunt, and knew she was rapidly approaching a climax. The knowledge made his own excitement build quickly to a fever pitch; He wanted to come with her at the same time.

Quickening the rhythm of his pistoning thrusts, grinding deep and hard, boring persistently into her pussy, he gave her every inch of cock he had.

"Ohhh, you got a nice cock, Clint. Too bad you're on the road all the time!" Candy squealed.

There was nothing left except that exquisite pressure building up in her pussy. She was only vaguely aware of his lips clamping hotly on her right tit, of the feel of his heavily swaying cock hammering at her cunt, of his hands roaming across her belly to add additional thrills to her erect little clit.

"Oh! Ohhhh, shit… shit!" she cried. "Fuck harder! I'm there, I'm coming! I'm commminnng!"

She punched her writhing hips down, seeking one last ecstatic thrust before the dam inside her broke.

His hotly throbbing cock was a huge battering ram slamming into her, and the vibrations from the blows made her tingle all over. Then, gradually, the dam crumbled and the wave of ecstasy was flooding down on her.

"Ohhhhh, Jesusss… I'mmmmm thereee!"

She jerked down once with superhuman strength, then slumped, wantonly convulsing on his lap. Her frantically quivering legs beat against his and her breath came in hoarse, rasping gasps as the violent seizure rocked and racked her ripe young body.

She felt at that moment that she was one gigantic cunt… coming, coming, coming… that every part of her was part of itСand loving it! Even through the haze of her bliss, however, was the sudden knowledge that the beautifully pulsating cock that had carried her to this peak of ecstasy was pumping hot, thick spurts of cum far up into her quivering belly. His hot juice mingled with hers and they formed a pool that shimmered and shone in the volcano of her cunt.

Oh, damn, Candy thought, I hope Mr. Houston doesn't call me in for one of his morning "conferences" and want to eat my pussy on top of his desk. The president of the company would be mad as hell if he found all Clint Jones' cum in her cunt!

Not a great deal was accomplished throughout the morning because of the impending party that afternoon. Past Christmas bashes at Houston Cosmetics had always been wild. This year's party promised to be even wilder because the advertising agency people were going to attend. They usually had their own party. But this year, because they were launching a new campaign with a new "Houston Girl" Gloria Huntley it had been decided to have a joint celebration.

Around ten o'clock, Henderson Cummings called Peggy in to dictate some letters. She used the occasion to sit in such a way that the slit in the side of her dress went all the way to her panties when she sat down.

Henderson didn't miss it, and commented on it when she brought the letters back to be signed at eleven.

"Maybe I'm a changed woman," Peggy grinned, standing beside his desk as he signed the letters.

"It must have happened overnight," Henderson said. "As I remember, I asked you out for a drink after work last night and you reminded me that you didn't fraternize around the office."

"It did happen overnight… and this morning. I decided to start doing some living!" As if to prove her point, Peggy moved forward to where his elbow jutted from the side of the desk. She didn't stop until her crotch was just over his elbow. Then she squatted until her cunt was pressed against him, and started rubbing.