Brad Harris - Turned on secretary

"Oooooeeee!" the redhead panted. "Ooooeeeeee! Suck me! Eat me! Oooo! I like it! I like it!"

She saw his body shake as he laughed into her glowing pussy. His cock leaped about, sending shimmering thrills through her. They rolled from side to side, writhing in pleasure as he sucked and blew up into her pussy. Sheila was getting hotter and hotter for him. She wanted the cock to get in her. She wanted him to ride her, to pump her, to fuck her roughly and deeply. She groaned in her need, her breath coming in sharp pants of anxious demand.

"I want you!" she shrieked. "I want your cock! Hurry! You've got me on tire! Fuck me! Please, fuck me!"

Mendel Forrest looked up at the plea in her eyes. He touched her wildly rotating breasts tenderly. There was a mist in his eyes as he smiled at her, a hazy glow of moist adoration. She smiled as though he totally adored her, then slowly came up over her. Sheila grasped his hard meat and squeezed it tightly. She pumped him three, four times, then led the lunging prick toward her aching pussy.

"Beautiful girl!" he muttered. "Beautiful pussy!"

His body was shaking as she pulled the head of his cock against her pussy lips and then eased the meat inside her, stopping just as he entered. His bulging head rubbed sensuously against her clit while one hand began caressing her tits into throbbing madness. He had one hand at her tits, one hand on her ass. He didn't plunge his prick deeply into her. He kept the hot cock just at her cunt, fucking her lightly until she was ready to scream louder in her desperate demand for him to start really fucking her. Her clit was already in flames. He didn't need to work her up any more. She was ready for fucking. Damn! She was ready to have him rough her up a little bit. Her pussy clutched at his cock as spasm after spasm raced through her. She wrapped her legs about him and hunched over his big, throbbing cock. He laughed softly as her cunt exploded into a fantastic orgasm. He kept taunting her clit as she surged through her blinding climax.

"Ooooooeeeee!" Sheila gasped. "Aaaaiiiii! Ohhhh, yes! Yes! Yes! I love it! Fuck me! Oooooeeee! What a glorious fuck! Mmmmmm!"

Sheila screamed and chattered as her orgasm shook her. She gasped and panted in total rapture. "Shoot it!" she begged. "Ohhhhh, shoot me with it! I want it! I want to feel it! Oooooeeee!"

Forrest continued to tease and taunt her as she soared through the powerful grips of her orgasm. He was still playing with her as she finally began to calm down. He smiled, down at her and leaned over to kiss her lips gently. He caressed her cheek with one hand, then bent his body so he could kiss the nipples that still ached from her lust.

"That's my beautiful girl," he said in a silken voice. "That's my lovely young woman. Ohhhhh, it feels good to have my cock in your soft pussy."

He kept up the taunting play of his cock against her clit. He began to stroke her tits again. Wendel Forrest kissed her, kissed her shoulders and neck. His mouth came over her lips. His tongue slipped into her mouth. Their tongues met in teasing, passionate play. Then he began sucking her breath. They spread their lips wide, still keeping them tightly pressed together, and drew deeply on each other. Now he began moving his cock in delicious circles inside her stretched and pulsing cunt. He cupped her tits together, thumbing her nipples.

"Mmmmmmmm!" Sheila moaned as her body began throbbing again. "Oooooo!"

She was leaping about the bed, unable to control the dramatic surges of passion that ripped through her. Sheila knew she was getting ready for another climax, an even more consuming orgasm. She shuddered in tense anticipation, then jerked in lust as he slowly began driving his cock deeper into her sweltering cunt. He started thrusting, ramming his beautiful cock into her with slow, deliberate strokes. The sensuous contact of prick and cunt sent fire through every nerve in her body. The redhead hugged herself against him, rubbing her tits frantically against him and hunching herself against the driving cock with wild intensity. She could hear the slap of their bodies, the sound of his pecker as it stirred her flowing juices. She felt the tense quivering of her pussy lips that came just before her climax. Sheila twisted her face free of his lips so she could scream her terrible demand.

"Now!" she wailed. "Do it now! Ohhhhh, please! Fuck me! Shoot it to me! Fuck me!"

"This time," he chuckled, "I have no choice. Damn! I couldn't hold it back if I wanted to!"

He didn't. He became a maniac as he started balling her roughly. His cock plunged deeper and deeper into her cunt as she trembled beneath the power of her second orgasm. She was still thrilling to the beauty of their lust when his cock roared within her. His cum splashed through her, splattering all about her pussy. He held her tightly, rolling her about and driving his cock at her like some madman.

"Uhhhhh! Uhhhhh!" he panted. "Uhhhhh! Ohhhhh! Fuck that pussy! Ohhhhh, what sweet pussy!"

"Aaaaaaiiii!" Sheila screamed, rolling about in wild throes of ecstasy. "Ooooooeeee! Ride me! Ooooooeeee, ride me!"

They gasped and panted through the powerful explosion of their passion. Then they lay quietly beside each other. He caressed her tits tenderly once more. He kept kissing her as he held her cradled against him. Sheila stroked his cock lovingly, amazed that such an older man could have such good fucking left in him. She smiled contentedly. If this was what it was going to be like to fuck the bosses, then she was all for it. She kissed him on the cheek, then on the lips, and squeezed his cock playfully.

"Young lady," he whispered, "you passed the test."

"What test?" Sheila asked in confusion. Hell, she hadn't been trying to prove anything. All she had been after was a good screw. She'd sure the hell gotten that. She was already satisfied.

Then Forrest explained what he had in mind. They needed a girl, a beautiful girl, to be available for visiting brass and for a few important clients. They would provide her with clothes and a swank apartment. She would still work at the office, but in a more important capacity. She would be listed as his special assistant for marketing research. The evenings the company did not need her pussy, she was free to live her own life. All they demanded was that she not cause the company any embarrassment.

Sheila sat up on one elbow and looked at him. Her first reaction had been to refuse. That was like being a prostitute. She didn't like that at all. Hell, she fucked for pleasure, not for money. Forrest seemed to understand her resistance.

"Look at it this way," he suggested. "You'll be serving the company. You'll be learning about the business. You'll be making important contacts and getting to know the top personnel. It's a perfect situation for a girl with ambition."

She thought that over. Yes, she could see the possibilities. Chance for advancement and opportunity for pleasure, all rolled into one neat little package. She nodded her consent, then snuggled back against him, reaching back to his balls and fondling them.

She lay basking in the warmth of their fuck. She sighed deeply, her eyes closed. Perhaps had they been open she would have seen the tall blonde woman who walked into the room and stood propped in the doorway. As it was, she wasn't aware of Mrs. Forrest's presence until the woman spoke.

"My!" the cultured voice cut through the stillness. "Didn't you find a lovely one for us tonight!"

Sheila was petrified as she looked up into the smiling face of the chic blonde. She clutched at the sheet, trying to cover herself. What good would that have done? The woman would know that she'd just been fucking her husband. The scent of cum still filled the room.

"Hi, sweetheart," Mr. Forrest called up to his wife. "I hoped you would get here before Sheila left."